(R.J. JohnsonOwens)

I can't get used to waiting in this cement room

all night long I'll dig to China with my silver spoon

I didn't kill that man I called it self defense

now I watch the world go by through a twelve foot barbed wire fence

at night I pray that you'll be true

and though I'm locked away my heart belongs to you

in a New York minute I'd break through these prison walls

in a New York minute I'll be gone

forty years, ten months, three weeks and four days

twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn

soon I'll break through

I'll find a Greyhound home to you

no more broken bones and frozen toes and dosey does

with my man Joe I love him so and if I find the time I'd let him know

at night I pray that you'll be true

and though I'm locked away my heart belongs to you

in a New York minute I'd break through these prison walls

in a New York minute I'll be gone

forty years, ten months, three weeks and four days

twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn

twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn