If these walls could move, 
I’d push them to the street
My irons and cuffs turn to tin
I’m a righteous man, guilty by association
These blues won’t go away now or soon

Jail for the righteous man
Prison and the righteous man

Each day I walk the yard, 
Think what’s behind the wall
Pretend I’m floating past
the warden on a feather bed
Outside there’s a storm
brewing for the righteous man
How long this harm, night and day

Life for the righteous man
Prison and the righteous man

What these bricks could say with their story
Lonely soul in this cold dirt room
There ever been more honest men like me,
Jailed with no sympathy
Call my mother let her hear I’m ok

Prison and the righteous man