New Prisoner

One of eighty behind the bars that bind
you stare out through your venetion blind
(Those eight steel bars that are set in stone)
You are one of eighty but you feel alone

Then the malaria comes and the rice is low
and your tabacco__ well about a week ago
that was gone and there's none to bone
When you're one of eighty but you feel alone

The bars are strong and you're on your own
(those eight steel bars that are set in stone)
And you wonder then if even God has known
What it is to be one of eighty and yet alone

The walls grow dark, and your minds a fog
But a pal brings tobacco and a catalogue
that has real thin paper to roll your own
then you're one of eighty but you feel at home