The Crime I Didn’t Do
Lonesome River Band
I was raised in a small mill town, a factory worker’s son
Left my home and family at the age of 21
I set out to find my way in a strange and distant town
Hadn’t been there a year or more when trouble came around
I operate an old punch press, work all by myself
I make no friends or enemies, just parts from 4 to 12;
just parts from 4 to 12
One night as I was walking home, I heard an awful sound
Footsteps running out of sight by the time I turned around
Shaken by the dreadful scene, it came into my sight
A young man lying cold and still, beneath the dim street light
Dear Mother, say a prayer for me, and please try not to cry
I swear to you I killed no one, but I had no alibi;
Lord, I had no alibi
Now I’m a hunted fugitive, running for my life
A wanted man ain’t got a chance when he has no place to hide
I know someday they’ll find me, and I know that when they do
I’ll have to pay the penalty for a crime I didn’t do;
For a crime I didn’t do
