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 roamed 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
Whith 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 at night
And why
Can't you be like I am, Sam
Will you ever see the light