Lyrics
Writing my last letter
You never know when you gonna die
Don’t tell me no lies
I’m going to that bye and bye
They say I killed a man in Dallas
cuz he looked me right straight in the eye
No money gonna buy my freedom
Don’t let me cry dear Lord don’t let me cry
Bible by my bed
Won’t lift these shackles on my soul
I’m too tired to live and toooooo too young to die
Prison walls are weepin’
Prison guard won’t look me in the eye
They all know I never done it
Lawyer took my money n said no way you’re gonna die.
Bible by my bed
Won’t lift these shackles on my soul
I’m too tired to live and toooooo too young to die
Too tired to live and o lord I’m too young to die
Style
bob dylan
rhythmic piano
wailing harmonica
echo on voice
Credits
Prompt bySonicAce188
GeneratedApr 12, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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