My name is Billy Austin, I'm 29 years old I was born in Oklahoma, Quarter Cherokee I'm told Don't remember Oklahoma, It's been so long since I left home Seems I've always been in prison, Like I've always been alone Didn't mean to hurt nobody, Never thought I'd cross that line I held up a filling station, Just like I'd done a hundred times The kid done like I told him, He lay face down on the floor I guess I'll never know what made me turn And walk back through that door The shot rang out like thunder, My ears rang like a bell But no one come running, So I called the cops myself A court appointed lawyer Couldn't look me in the eye He just stood and closed his briefcase When they sentenced me to die But now the waiting's over, As my final hours drag by I ain't about to tell you that I don't deserve to die But could you pull that switch yourself, sir, With a sure and steady hand And could you still tell yourself, sir, That you're better than I am My name is Billy Austin, I'm 29 years old I was born in Oklahoma, Quarter Cherokee, I'm told