Daniels
Bring me my pistol, three rounds of ball
I'm gonna k** everybody, won't leave this poor boy alone
Poor boy alone, poor boy alone, poor boy alone, poor boy alone.
On Monday I arrested, Tuesday I was tried
The jury found me guilty and I hung my head and cried
Head and cried, head and cried, Lord and cried, Lord and cried.
Then I asked the judge what would be my fine,
Says a pick and a shovel way down Joe Brown's coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. (Coal mine...)
Be light on me judge, I ain't been here before
Give me 99 years, don't come back here no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, my Lord
Be light on me judge, I ain't been here before
Give me 99 years, don't come back here no more
No more, no more, my Lord.