Inmate 1928
By Josh Langston
Written by Josh Langston
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
7/18/2005

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Like a bullet from a gun, 18 years old
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A need for adventure, and a want full of sin
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He hit the highway, he was nowhere bound
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Lookin' for everything, a lot of trouble's all he found


Chorus:
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And he turned 19, in a house made of stone
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Iron for windows, so damn far from home
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In Huntsville Texas, he's got a brand new name
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Out here we call him, inmate 1928


Hell's his next stop, we know he's goin' there
Cause the state of Texas, just sentenced him to the chair
And no one's there to cry, no one to watch him die
Just him and his prayers, and his heart's filled with fear

Chorus

And he turned twenty, on streets made of gold
Angels as far as his eyes could see, he finally made it home
He sits next to Jesus now, cause God's finally cleared his name
And up here no one will ever call him, inmate 1928