The Crime I Didnít Do

Lonesome River Band

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I was raised in a small mill town, a factory workerís son

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Left my home and family at the age of 21


I set out to find my way in a strange and distant town

Hadnít been there a year or more when trouble came around


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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 Iím a hunted fugitive, running for my life

A wanted man ainít got a chance when he has no place to hide


I know someday theyíll find me, and I know that when they do

Iíll have to pay the penalty for a crime I didnít do; a crime I didnít do