Barres De La Prison - Buddy Miller, Marc Ribot

Goodbye, dear old mama, goodbye poor old dad

Goodbye, all my brothers and my dear little sister

I’ve been condemned for the rest of my life

To the bars of the prison

I ran 'round, I got up to no good

I had a hot head, I got into a fight

And now I’m condemned to spend the rest of my life

In the bars of the prison

My poor old mama, she got down on her knees

Her head in her hands, she was crying for me

She said, mmm, mmm

She said,

barres de la prison

I said, «Dear old, mama, don’t you cry for me now

You’d do better to pray for that baby at your breast

To save his young soul from the cold flames of hell

And the bars of the prison»