A long time ago a young man made a choice. |
THE LETTER Dear Mumma, hello, this is Henry your son I'm writing this letter 'bout the things I have done I won't tell no lies for the sake of my son So please bless the boy with my memory I tried to do right by the folks that I knew But a weakness inside me sent my life askew I mixed with a bunch then the trouble it grew Instead of rubbing elbows with the gentry They say you can choose every choice that you make So I chose to steal and every job rose the stake It was never enough no matter how much we'd take Because our picture paid more with the bounty I promised myself that I would not take a life And I regret to this day, the day I widowed a wife Self defence waived and that's the day they said I'd become the most wanted man in the county The life I have led is a path straight to hell And wealth, fame and fortune is a bottomless well My greed was my devil and my soul I did sell For these are the words of the guilty The span of one's life is undecided when born And I'll breathe my last breath in the 'morrow at dawn If you don't shed a tear, I won't blame you at all But I beg of you son please forgive me Dear Mumma, hello, this is Henry your son I'm writing this letter 'bout the things I have done I won't tell no lies for the sake of my son So please bless the boy with my memory |