And as I got off the train way down in New Orleans
I grabbed my hat, I put on my coat
Reached for my spliff, yeah
I had myself a little smoke, yeah
I was sentenced, living in detention
Sentenced, living in detention
And now I’m locked up in jail
I spend my days in a cold dark prison cell
I rest alone, I watch myself grow old
And I don’t deserve this, I just want to go home
I should have known when I shot the man dead
There would be a bounty, a bounty for my head, yeah
Well I don’t care that that young man’s dead
I’m just missing one thing, a good spliff to my head
I’ve been talking in my sleep
I’ve been waking in my dreams
I’ve been living in the past
My good old faith is dead