Old Sam's last supper
The old jailer came around to Sam that night.
He asked Sam what he wanted for supper.
Old Sam said with a smile on his face.
Mash tarter piled sky high, gravy that runs down the side like
A river. Corn on the cobs with the corn being real yellow. Like as if the sun was shining on it.
A nice thick steak rare to see the blood I have spilled.
A thick pile of apple pie with whippers-in on top as if it had snowed.
The jailer said will do,
Sam said if he could eat his supper by the moon light it would be great.
After the meal old Sam said to the jailer. Let's get this necktie party started.
I want to go home to heaven before the morning sun.