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It's not always the land that hard to battle
It's the man who has the battle attitude
To work his fellow man, or to work the land
Such as a case, that you'll find in the following song
About the man's attitude to work his fellow man and to work his land
I walked into the big yard to feel the warm sunshine
A ninety-nine year man stepped over to me
He offered a smoke and he said as I rolled it
Tomorrow I'm goin' to break out and go free
They watch us by sunlight, they watch us by spotlight
But I know a way for a man to go free
Down under my cell, I'm diggin' a tunnel
The walls of a prison will never hold me
I told him that I'd have no part of his scheming
My time would be over, one year from today
His eyes blazed with fire, and he looked right through me
Bitter, but broken, again he did say
They watch us by sunlight, they watch us by spotlight
But I know a way for a man to go free
Down under my cell, I'm diggin' a tunnel
The walls of a prison will never hold me
Next morning at breakfast, the old man was missing
Then we all heard the rifles high up on the wall
He'd gone through the tunnel, just like he had promised
And they said he was crying, when they saw him fall
They watch us by sunlight, they watch us by spotlight
But I know a way for a man to go free
Down under my cell, I'm diggin' a tunnel
The walls of a prison will never hold me
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