Sentenced

Am E7 E Am E Am And as I got off the train way down in New Orleans E I grabbed my hat, I put on my coat E Reached for my spliff, yeah Am I had myself a little smoke, yeah E I was sentenced, living in detention Am Sentenced, living in detention E And now I'm locked up in jail Am I spend my days in a cold dark prison cell E I rest alone, I watch myself grow old Am And I don't deserve this, I just want to go home E I was sentenced, living in detention Am Sentenced, living in detention E I should have known when I shot the man dead Am There would be a bounty, a bounty for my head, yeah E Well I don't care that that young man's dead Am I'm just missing one thing, a good spliff to my head Am I've been talking in my sleep E I've been waking in my dreams E I've been living in the past Am My good old faith is dead E I was sentenced, living in detention Am Sentenced, living in detention E I was sentenced, living in detention Am Sentenced, living in detention