Artist: Natasha
Album: Neon Pulse
Lyrics: He came down from Chicago
with his suitcase in his hand.
He came down from Chicago
searching for that promised land,
said he'd make his fortune fast,
gonna get all that he can.
Took a job at the riverside,
loading cargo day and night.
Took a job at the riverside,
waiting for a load just right.
When he tried to hit his lick,
the law put up a fight.
[musical interlude]
Ten long years of prison yard,
No letters from his kin.
Ten long years of prison yard,
watching hope wear thin,
till one day he made a choice,
ain't no starting over again.
Now he's sitting in his cell,
a cold and lonely man.
Now he's sitting in his cell,
dreaming of that promised land,
but he done gave up all his hope,
gonna get out the only way that he can.
[musical interlude]
Now he's swinging on a rope,
a cold and lonely man.
Now he's swinging on a rope.
Got out the only way that he can,
his tongue stuck out, his eyes are bugged
his neck stretched grand
Warden found him Tuesday morn,
face as pale as sand.
Warden found him Tuesday morn,
note clutched in his hand,
said "Tell my mama I'm coming home,
just not the way we planned."
[musical interlude]
Now he's swinging on a rope,
a cold and lonely man.
Now he's swinging on a rope.
Got out the only way that he can,
but I'm telling you this my friend,
there's gotta be a better plan.
[acapella]
but I'm telling you this my friend,
there's gotta be a better plan.
but I'm telling you this my friend,
there's gotta be a better plan.
Genre: electronica
Style Prompt: Trance, female vocals, delay, 808 bass
Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett (randybaggett.miami@gmail.com)
