Didn´t believe in The Bible
Didn´t believe the Good Book
Lord, Lord please help me, help me take a look
These chains that I´m wearing really ain´t my style
Lord, Lord please help me, help me think awhile
I know that I did something wrong
I got into bad ways
Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days

Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don´t know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don´t know what to do

The cell I am in is only six feet wide
And six feet to the roof
There´s a window that´s strung with only three bars
Singing me the truth
Fifty and seventy don´t seem right
Seventy ain´t my age
When I leave this place with a new face
It´s to turn another a new page

Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don´t know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don´t know what to do

Didn´t believe in The Bible
Didn´t believe the Good Book
Well now Lord, Lord please help me, help me take a look
These chains that I´m wearing well they really ain´t my style
Well now Lord, Lord please help me, help me think awhile

Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don´t know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don´t know what to do