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There's a prison by the lake All its doors are open wide And the inmates stand unshackled As they mill about inside But the warden he don't come down here no more No the warden he don't come down here no more No the warden he don't come down here no more On the corner stands a church All its windows look so fine And the neighbors come to congregate And stand outside in line But the preacher he don't come down here no more .. There's a school up on a hill All its lessons are on the wall And the children line up one-by-one And wait out in the hall But the teacher she don't come down here no more .. I once lived along this road All its houses painted red And I walked paths of innocence No matter where they led But whoever that was he don't come down here no more
Nice vintage sound on the guitar. I like the way the singers interact and present the melody.
Very nice and deep acoustic piece with beautiful harmonies.
Great voice, great lyrics, well done.