if I could turn back the hands of time
if I could turn back the clock
I wouldn't be in the place I'm in
I wouldn't be in the dock
where's your friends when you need them most
probably hidin' under a rock
if I could undo the things I did
if I could turn back the clock
it started out like any other day
lazin' around with nothing to do
my mind started wondering onto criminal things
and how to make a dollar or two
I called the guys on my telling phone
and told them of my little scheme
we drank some beer, we ate some pills,
I shared with them my dream
I can't recall exactly how
I got to where I shouldn't have been
]my head seemed filled with hombre stuff
I fealt like I was on the screen
I drank more beer, I ate more pills
gained myself a spinning head
I raised a gun, I killed a man
I'm told it was for something he said
it's been a year since I said a prayer
but God Almighty, if your listening up there
if I could turn back the hands of time
if I could turn back the clock
I wouldn't be in this cell right now
I wouldn't be in the dock
where's your friends when you need them most
probably hidin' under a rock
if I could undo the things I did
if I could turn back the clock
misters life and death drone on
in their salutary tones
while I stand in that wooden dock
all sober and alone
the papers say it's such a crime
what's been dished to me
and people who I do not know
are banging on for clemency
now I have the best of cells
with ladies on my walls
when I'm moved they holler
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