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Tower of London
1563
Sitting there lonesome
Wishing I were free
Just then some poor soul
Got thrown in my cell
Jacket was torn
Boots shot to hell

He said my names Johnny
I said what on earth
Has landed you here
In this tower of hurt?
He said I was just singing
Just singing my song
And I guess I said something
That caused some alarm

It was the autumn or winter
1563
Tower of London
John Prine and me

He said I was singing
At the old mitre inn
The ladies were dancing
And the boys were all kin
Then I said something bout
Jesus and then
How cuttin off heads was probably a sin

It was probably ol Georgie
that ratted me out
Something about that fella
I can’t figure out
Never trust a fellow
who won’t raise a pint
But spends his time tellin everybody he’s right

Tower of London 1566
They dragged Johnny out
I assumed what that meant
So I took me a rock
Clinched up my fist
And carved I hope next year
Is better than this

Spring or summer 1568
Missing ol Johnny
Staring at my plate
When all of a sudden
I saw carved in the wall
The word of the lord shall remain over all

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from Gethsemani (Unabridged), released January 1, 2023
Joel David Weir - Words, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Ric Hordinski - Acoustic Guitar
Recorded and Mixed by Ric Hordinski at Monastery Studio, Walnut Hills, OH

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