suppertime. old saint john on death row
he's just waiting for a pardon
old saint john on death row
he's just waiting for a pardon
old saint john on death row
he's just waiting for a pardon
old saint john on death row
boy he's just a-waiting. all the white boys in their stay-pressed slacks
they're home for the summer from college
they're looking for trouble uptown
smashin' their bottles in the gutter
yelling all kinds of obscenities
about women and god and law
another suppertime in the hole
suppertime. young girl turn the corner with her clerk dress on
just got off the night shift at penningtons place
just wanna go home and get some sleep
boys grab her by the waist with their caffeine eyes
their hands all figdet and 'lectric
i picked up a brick from my papa's front yard and threw it at the tallest boy's face
well blood was streaming like a well that sprung
i couldn't believe what i had just done
well the other boys ran and this one stayed on the ground and he would never move again
old saint john on death row
he's just waiting for a pardon
old saint john on death row
he's just waiting for a pardon
we just waiting for a pardon
i got to keep on running till the well run dry
i got to keep on running till the well run dry
i got to keep on running till the well run dry
i got to keep on running till the well run dry