The Crime I Didn’t Do
Lonesome River Band
I
was raised in a small mill town, a factory worker’s son
Left
my home and family at the age of 21
I
set out to find my way in a strange and distant town
Hadn’t
been there a year or more when trouble came around
I
operate an old punch press, work all by myself Am
G Am
I
make no friends or enemies, just parts from 4 to 12; just parts from 4 to 12
One
night as I was walking home, I heard an awful sound
Footsteps
running out of sight by the time I turned around
Shaken
by the dreadful scene, it came into my sight
A
young man lying cold and still, beneath the dim street light
Dear
Mother, say a prayer for me, and please try not to cry
I
swear to you I killed no one, but I had no alibi; Lord, I had no alibi
Now
I’m a hunted fugitive, running for my life
A
wanted man ain’t got a chance when he has no place to hide
I
know someday they’ll find me, and I know that when they do
I’ll
have to pay the penalty for a crime I didn’t do; a crime I didn’t do