Ezra Vancil - In A Box I'm Coming Home

They nearly caught me
Down in san antone before the rising sun

We fell behind them
c trail of 20 men, to pay for a deed i done

Oh i'm coming home
I'm not a man these walls can hold
Though my sin, may take my soul
In a box i'm coming home

I ain't no rich man, live no life of ease
Nothing but this troubled old song
I saw my picture, wanted for robberies
cnd wondered where the money all gone

Oh i'm coming home i ain't the
Man these walls can hold
Though my sin, may take my soul
In a box i'm coming home

I hid my face in town
I laid my money down
Two whiskeys and a senorita queen
Oh what a dream, until I woke that night
She had much more in mind
The ransom that was paid for me

Oh i'm coming home i ain't the
Man these bars can hold
Though my sin, may take my soul
In a box i'm coming home

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