Show me the prison, show me the jail. Show me the prisoner whose face is growin' pale. . And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why. There but for fortune, go you or go I, you and I.
In the state of Mississippi many years ago. A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law. He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime. And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind.
Show me a prison, show me a jail. Show me a pris'ner whose face has grown pale. . And I'll show you a young man. With many reasons why. There but for fortune, go you or I.
Joan Baez. Show me a prison, show me a jail. Show me a prisoner whose face is growing pale. And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why. And there but for fortune.