Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
My mama always told me better
Than to play with a loaded gun
If I'd've just listened to her she'd've
Never had a prisoner for a son
The picture's still in front of my eyes
The echo in my ears
When the jury said he's guilty
And the judge said ninety-nine years
Oh, for ninety-nine years I'll watch
The sunrise over that some old sea
Ninety-nine years nothing but
An empty cell for company
Yet there's not very much that stands between
Me and the freedom I hold dear
Just a thousand bars, a big brick wall
And a sentence of ninety-nine years
I kissed my darling on her tender lips
And they took me by the hand
I had a nice little ride on a ferry boat
To the rock where the prison stands
The warden said as he locked the door
I hope you'll like it here
Just make yourself a home
You're gonna be with us ninety-nine years
I've almost forgotten what my real name is
Been a number for so long
Making little bitty rocks out of great big rocks
Gets old as the days wear on
But I'll do my best for ninety-nine years
Just try to stay alive
'Cause the Governor said if I'd be good
I'd get out in ninety-five
Oh, for ninety-nine years I'll watch
The sunrise over that some old sea
Ninety-nine years nothing but
An empty cell for company
Yet there's not very much that stands between
Me and the freedom I hold dear
Just a thousand bars, a big brick wall
And a sentence of ninety-nine years
Ninety Nine was written by Bill Anderson.