The night was cold, he was out and about
They said, that he was doing wrong
So they threw him in jail
He said no, But they were in doubt
You are just singing the same old sad song
Son, you are going to jail
The next morning before the Judge he went
His public pretender was there
Full of fight and by his side
I am here to defend you, that is why I was sent
I am telling you son, you don't even have a prayer
Plead guilty and swallow you pride
I can get you less time
They have got you, it is best for you
It will be all over soon
You just admit that you did the crime
Right or wrong, that is what they do
If you don't go along, you will be hung by noon
