Sitting in my jail cell
And I'm thinking of you,
Thinking of us and
How great things will be
Once we're both out
And in the free world together.
Oh how I cna't wait
For next march to come,
But I'm worried you'll leave
And find another while
I'm still incarcerated.
Will you,
Could you be that mean
Or will you still continue
to be a man of his word
And stick by me through
All of this?
You tell me because
I need to know.
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