Oh Lord, what have I done
I never meant to use that gun
I came home early, I found 'em in my bed
I went half crazy and I shot 'em dead
I headed South down to Mexico
The pain's still alive without parole
Well, I got caught down in Birmingham
They put the chains on a jealous man
The Judge said son, you're going down
I'll bury you in the cold, cold ground
No one here can understand
What goes through the heart of a jealous man
Now, when I face on my judgment day
I hope, the law won't turn away
I pay with my life for what I've done
Leave it in the hands of my father's son
Tomorrow morning, I'm goin' down
They'll bury me in the cold, cold ground
I pray, the law will understand
What goes through the heart of a jealous man
I pray, the law will understand
What goes through the heart of a jealous man
