Oh Lord, what have I done   I never meant to use that gun   I came home early, I found 'em in my bed   I went half crazy and I shot 'em dead      I headed South down to Mexico   The pain's still alive without parole   Well, I got caught down in Birmingham   They put the chains on a jealous man      The Judge said son, you're going down   I'll bury you in the cold, cold ground   No one here can understand   What goes through the heart of a jealous man      Now, when I face on my judgment day   I hope, the law won't turn away   I pay with my life for what I've done   Leave it in the hands of my father's son      Tomorrow morning, I'm goin' down   They'll bury me in the cold, cold ground   I pray, the law will understand   What goes through the heart of a jealous man      I pray, the law will understand   What goes through the heart of a jealous man