Sentenced

And as I got off, the train
 Way down in New Orleans
 I grab my hat, I put on my coat
 Reach for my spliff yeah, I had myself a little smoke, yeah
 I was sentenced
 Living in a dungeon
 Sentenced
 Living in a dungeon
 And now I'm locked, up in jail
 And I spend my days, in a cold dark prison cell
 I rest alone, I watch myself grow old
 And I don't deserve this, well I just wanna go home
 I was sentenced
 Living in a dungeon
 Sentenced
 Living in a dungeon
 I should have known, when I shot the man dead
 There'd be a bounty, a bounty for my head
 Well I don't care, now that your man's dead
 I'm just missing one thing, a good spliff to my head
 I've been walking in my sleep
 And I've been waking in my dreams
 I've been living in the past
 My food don't pay this debt
 I was sentenced
 Living in a dungeon
 Sentenced
 Living in a dungeon
 I was sentenced
 Living in a dungeon
 Sentenced
 Living in a dungeon