William Elliott Whitmore - From the Cell Door to the Gallows lyrics

Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession
And it broke the night air like a china plate
And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection
And the devil was at the front gate

And just when you wish that you were dead
Oh may the light shine down upon your head

Well, it's a long walk from the
Cell door to the gallows
It's a long walk for a prisoner to take
And when your last resort is pray to the lord
That the noose is weak enough to break
Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down
Oh shine down upon my head

Well there's certain things you
Just can't escape from
No matter how far and how
Fast you decide to run
And when the last thing to
Take has been taken and the last prayer has
Rolled off your tongue