Orleans Parish Prison - Live at Österåker Prison, Sweden - October 1972

Well, have you seen my darkhaired girl?
 She was set on her love to a hungry world
 They took her clothes and the money she took
 And they wrote her name in the prison books
 Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my darkhaired girl?
 She's tired and cold and you got the gold
 She took from a hungry world
 Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my darkhaired girl?
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 Well have seen my green eyed son?
 He shot a man down with a sawed off gun
 And they fond him down by the Pontchartrain
 Where they cuffed his arms with a big iron chain
 Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son?
 I heard him say as you let him away
 Sorry for what he's done
 Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son?
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 Well have you missed my brother man?
 He took a little money with a gun in his hand
 Know the kids are hungry and the wife ain't well
 And my brother's locked up in a prison cell
 Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my brother man?
 I know it's sad but he ain't bad
 He's doing the best he can
 Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my brother man?
 Orleans Parish Prison, I miss my green eyed son
 I love my dark-haired girl
 I need my brother man
 Orleans Parish Prison, I wish you'd free them if you can
 I wrote a song about a young man
 A true story, the song is a true story
 About a man that was arrested for possession of marijuana in the state of Virginia
 Called Jacob Greene, about a boy named Jacob Greene