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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steve Earle
Steve Earle
Vocals
The Fairfield Four
The Fairfield Four
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Earle
Steve Earle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hank Williams
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer
The Twangtrust
The Twangtrust
Producer
Ray Kennedy
Ray Kennedy
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I was fresh out of the service
It was back in '82
I raised some Cain when I come back to town
I left to be all I could be
Come home without a clue
Now, I married Dawn and had to settle down
So I hired on at the prison
Guess I always knew I would
Just like my dad and both my uncles done
And I worked on every cell block now
And things were goin' good
But then they transferred me to Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low
And carry me home
Well, my daddy used to talk about them long nights at the walls
And how they used to strap 'em in the chair
The kids down from the college and they'd bring their beer and all
When the lights went out, a cheer rose in the air
Well, folks just got too civilized, Sparky's gatherin' dust
'Cause no one wants to touch a smokin' gun
And since they got the injection, they don't mind as much, I guess
They just put 'em down at Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low
And carry me home
Well, I've seen 'em fight like lions, boys, I've seen 'em go like lambs
And I've helped to drag 'em when they could not stand
And I've heard their mamas cryin' when they heard that big door slam
And I've seen the victim's family holding hands
Last night, I dreamed that I woke up with straps across my chest
And something cold and black pullin' through my lungs
And even Jesus couldn't save me, though I know he did his best
But he don't live on Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low
And carry me home
Swing low
Don't let go
Swing low
And carry me home
Written by: Steve Earle
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