And as I got off the train way down in New Orleans
I grabbed my hat, I put on my coat
reached for my spliff, yeah
I had myself a little smoke, yeah
I was sentenced, living in detention
sentenced, living in detention
and now I'm locked up in jail
I spend my days in a cold dark prison cell
I rest alone, I watch myself grow old
and I don't deserve this, I just want to go home
I was sentenced, living in detention
sentenced, living in detention
I should have known when I shot the man dead
there would be a bounty, a bounty for my dead, yeah
well I don't care that that young mans dead
I'm just missing one thing, a good spliff to my head
I've been talking in my sleep
I've been waking in my dreams
I've been living in the past
my good old faith is dead
I was sentenced, living in detention
sentenced, living in detention
I was sentenced, living in detention
sentenced, living in detention