Vic Chesnutt - One Of Many lyrics

You're only one of many Of small account if any You think about yourself too much This touch the child with the quick touch And worked his mind to such a pitch, He threw his fellows in a ditch This little child who was so mild is grown too wild "murder in the first degree," cried old fury Recording the verdict of the jury Now we come to the execution tree The gallows stand wide on me "Christ died for sinners," explained the prison chaplain From his miscellany Weeping bitterly, The little child cried," I die one of many"