Compositor: Steve Earle
I was fresh out of the service
It was back in '82
I raised some cane when I come back to town
Meant to be all I can be
Come home without a clue
Married Dawn and had to settle down
So I hired on at the prison
Guess I always knew I would
Just like my dad and both my uncles done
And I worked on every cell block
Now, things're goin' good
Then they transferred me to Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low and carry me home
Now my daddy used to talk about those long nights at the walls
How they used to strap 'em in the chair
And the kids down from the college yeah they'd bring their beer and all
When the lights went out, a cheer rose in the air
Yeah I guess folks just got too civilized with Sparky's gatherin' dust
And no one wants to touch a smokin' gun
They got the injection now
Don't mind as much, I guess
They just put 'em down on Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low and carry me home
Yeah, I've seen 'em fight like lions, boys
I've seen 'em go like lambs
I've helped to drag 'em when they could not stand
And I've heard their mamas cryin' when they heard that big door slam
And I've seen the victims' families holdin' hands
Last night I dreamed I woke up with straps across my chest
And something cold and black all through my lungs
Even Jesus couldn't save me though I know He did His best
But He don't live on Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low and carry me home
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low and carry me home
And carry me home