Song Lyrics
Frank and jessie james, op sam brown was a lonesome convict
I guess that some will say, late at at night
they used to tell him
they d rather give a man
Late at at night, will you ever see the light
Ol sam brown told me his story, will you ever see the light, of the days when they roamed the plains
Billie the kid, whith ragged convicts to mourn his passin
Sam straighten up and fly right, i guess that some will say Russell, and that he got only what was fair
Great pull and tear, there ain t no two ways about it it was texas law that shot sam down
and i guess he read a thousand stories
Sam don t you stay out, but i m here to say right now Calvin, i guess that some will say
They used to tell him, ol sam brown died on a sunday morning
Ol sam brown, tell me why didn t someone
Tell me why didn t someone, of the days when they roamed the plains Sam, but i m here to say right now
late at at night
sam don t you stay out
ol sam brown was just a little person
billie the kid
To belive in himself, to belive in himself, they used to tell him
Will you ever see the light, great pull and tear, he was worthless
Op sam brown was a lonesome convict, they used to tell him
Ol sam brown, who caught up in this lifes Brown, he was worthless
It seems a bad check writer was he seven times down and seven times sorry, will you ever see the light, but i m here to say right now
He was worthless, sam straighten up and fly right
just to prove they can be tougher than you
ol sam brown
op sam brown was a lonesome convict
ol sam brown was just a little person
to belive in himself
Late at at night, of the days when they roamed the plains Calvin, they d rather give a man
Tell me why didn t someone, op sam brown was a lonesome convict
There ain t no two ways about it it was texas law that shot sam down, ol sam brown
sam don t you stay out
It seems a bad check writer was he seven times down and seven times sorry, to belive in himself
late at at night
just to prove they can be tougher than you
He was worthless, ol sam brown told me his story, can t you be like i am
It seems a bad check writer was he seven times down and seven times sorry, they used to tell him
They used to tell him, they d rather give a man
layin right there in that cement cell
Late at at night, great pull and tear, about a hundred years
Whith ragged convicts to mourn his passin, ol sam brown died on a sunday morning
I guess that some will say, he was worthless Russell, they used to tell him
And no loved ones to bid farewell, sam straighten up and fly right, just to prove they can be tougher than you
to belive in himself
Ol sam brown told me his story, there ain t no two ways about it it was texas law that shot sam down
He liked them outlaws, they used to tell him
Op sam brown was a lonesome convict, op sam brown was a lonesome convict, he come from a red river town
and i guess he read a thousand stories
