Eric Bibb Death Row Blues lyrics

You might be a rich man, living high upon the hill,
coming down to China town, just for a thrill.
I might be a prisoner, waitin' on death row.

No matter who you are,
when your time has come,
you gotta go.

Feeling mighty lonesome, here behind these bars.
Countin' of the days, countin' my scars.
I can't tell the future, but this I know:

When my countin' days are over, I got to go.

When you came to the world, they gave yourself a spoon.
I was born in a shotgun shed, on the last day of June.
I'm about to leave this world, my friend, without much to show.
But I'm so glad I got to sing my song, before I go.

You're gonna remember my song, when I go.