DONNY BOY

O Donny boy
Your polls, your polls are falling
And as they drop
Your future’s getting bleak

That sound you hear
Is prison guards a-calling
Where food is slop
And roommates not so meek

O Donny boy
Tis justice you'll be facing
And living where
The beds ain’t up to par

While in the yard
From wall to wall you're pacing
Begging for help
From cellmate Willie Barr