After seven years behind these bars together   I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go   If only I had not tried to escape   They'd barred me with you I know, yes I know      Won't you tell the folks back home I'll soon be coming?   And don't let them know I never will be free, be free   Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing   And send a picture of mother back to me      Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand   And send a picture of mother if you can      I'm happy for you that you got your freedom   But stay with me just another minute or so, or so   After all this sweating blood together   Who'll be my fighting partner when you go, when you go      The hardest time will be on Sunday morning   Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill, Heaven Hill   Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me   And send a picture of mother if you will      Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand   And send a picture of mother if you can