Sam Brown Letra

Ol' Sam Brown was a lonesome convict He come from a Red River town There ain't no two ways about it It was Texas law that shot Sam down Ol' Sam Brown told me his story It seems a bad check writer was he Seven times down and seven times sorry He had to spend his life under lock and key I guess that some will say He was worthless And that he got only what was fair But I'm here to say right now Ol' Sam Brown was just a little person Who caught up in this lifes Great pull and tear Ol' Sam Brown, he liked them outlaws Billie the Kid, Frank and Jessie James And I guess he read a thousand stories Of the days when they named the plains Tell me why didn't someone Help him To believe in himself Some, too Hell no, they'd rather give a man About a hundred years Just to prove they can be Tougher than you Ol' Sam Brown died on a Sunday morning Layin' right there in that cement cell With ragged convicts to mourn his passin' And no loved ones to bid farewell They used to tell him Sam - straighten up And fly right They used to tell him Sam - don´t you stay out Late at night And why ... Can't you be like I am, Sam Will you ever see the light?