Have you heard the dogs at night
Somewhere on the hill
Chasing some poor criminal

And I guess they´re out to kill
Oh there must be shackles on his feet
And mother in his eyes
Stumbling through the devil-dark
With the hound pack in full cry

Have mercy on the criminal
Who is running from the law
Are you blind to the winds of change
Don´t you hear him any more

Praying Lord you got to help me
I am never gonna sin again
Just take these chains from around my legs
Sweet Jesus I´ll be your friend

Now have you ever seen the white teeth gleam
While you lie on a cold damp ground

You´re taking in the face of a rifle butt
While the wardens hold you down

And you´ve never seen a friend in years
Oh it turns your heart to stone
You jump the walls and the dogs run free
And the grave´s gonna be your home