The Jailer
I'm close to tears but I won't plead
Don't stand and smoke in front of me
Don't stand and smoke in front of me
Its not a matter of courtesy
You see this place has got me down
With all the smoke that's hangin' round
And all the tormentation sounds
and people singin' in a round
it brings me down
I've got my Job, what can I say?
Leading men is hot today
I've got to get my poems strait
And every day my music breaks
Every day I shut my eyes
And every day somebody cries
And every day a buzzard flies
And magic potions make you die
It makes my cry
For the rest of my life, o can't you see?
What the smell of smoke will do to me?
What a dirty thing reminding me
of all inhuman cruelties?
Don’t stand and smoke
I am the Jailer
huh!
Famine
Famine in the land
Rations for the gang
Hungry this time?
An end for the masters of the land
Daughter-- hold my hand
It's so cold today
Makes my soul so gray
It's the end of it
No more chores for you my son
Go free-- you aren't the only one
Set them all free
You got the keys
Set them all free...