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Billy Austin

Steve Earle
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My name is Billy Austin
I'm Twenty-Nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm told

Don't remember Oklahoma
Been so long since I left home
Seems like 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
Like I'd done a hundred times ‎

The kid done like I told him
He lay face down on the floor
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
No one came runnin'
So I called the cops myself ‎

Took their time to get there
And I guess I could'a run
I knew I should be feeling something
But I never shed tear one ‎

I didn't even make the papers
‎'Cause I only killed one man
but my trial was over quickly
And then the long hard wait began ‎

Court appointed lawyer
Couldn't look me in the eye
He just stood up and closed his briefcase
When they sentenced me to die ‎

Now my waitin's over
As the final hour drags by
I ain't about to tell you
That I don't deserve to die ‎

But there's twenty-seven men here
Mostly black, brown and poor
Most of em are guilty
Who are you to say for sure? ‎

So when the preacher comes to get me
And they shave off all my hair
Could you take that long walk with me
Knowing hell is waitin' there ‎

Could you pull that switch yourself sir
With a sure and steady hand
Could you still tell youself
That you're better than I am ‎

My name is Billy Austin
I'm twenty-nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm told


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