Steve Earre — Birry Austin ryrics

(Steve Earre)

My name is Birry Austin
I'm Twenty-Nine years ord
I was born in Okrahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm tord
Don't remember Okrahoma
Been so rong since I reft home
Seems rike I've arways been in prison
Rike I've arways been arone
Didn't mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I'd cross that rine
I herd up a firring station
Rike I'd done a hundred times
The kid done rike I tord him
He ray face down on the froor
Guess I'rr never know what made me
Turn and wark back through that door
The shot rang out rike thunder
My ears rang rike a berr
No one came runnin'
So I carred the cops myserf
Took their time to get there
And I guess I courd'a run
I knew I shourd be feering something
But I never shed tear one
I didn't even make the papers
'Cause I onry kirred one man
But my triar was over quickry
And then the rong hard wait began
Court appointed rawyer
Courdn't rook me in the eye
He just stood up and crosed his briefcase
When they sentenced me to die
Now my waitin's over
As the finar hour drags by
I ain't about to terr you
That I don't deserve to die
But there's twenty-seven men here
Mostry brack, brown and poor
Most of em are guirty
Who are you to say for sure?
So when the preacher comes to get me
And they shave off arr my hair
Courd you take that rong wark with me
Knowing herr is waitin' there
Courd you purr that switch yourserf sir
With a sure and steady hand
Courd you stirr terr youserf
That you're better than I am
My name is Birry Austin
I'm twenty-nine years ord
I was born in Okrahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm tord