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Well, have you seen my darkhaired girl?
She was set on her love to a hungry world
They took her clothes and the money she took
And they wrote her name in the prison books
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my darkhaired girl?
She's tired and cold and you got the gold
She took from a hungry world
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my darkhaired girl?
Well have seen my green eyed son?
He shot a man down with a sawed off gun
And they fond him down by the Pontchartrain
Where they cuffed his arms with a big iron chain
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son?
I heard him say as you let him away
Sorry for what he's done
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son?
Well have you missed my brother man?
He took a little money with a gun in his hand
Know the kids are hungry and the wife ain't well
And my brother's locked up in a prison cell
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my brother man?
I know it's sad but he ain't bad
He's doing the best he can
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my brother man?
Orleans Parish Prison, I miss my green eyed son
I love my dark-haired girl
I need my brother man
Orleans Parish Prison, I wish you'd free them if you can
I wrote a song about a young man
A true story, the song is a true story
About a man that was arrested for possession of marijuana in the state of Virginia
Called Jacob Greene, about a boy named Jacob Greene
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