They done took my smokes away. Folks say, “That’s good, make ‘em all suffer.” Like they done my daddy, they burn him in Old Smokey. My uncle, they hung down in Mississippi for talking back. Nobody cares about none of that; say they had it coming. I got it coming, too. They coming for me at six; but I got it easy. No hanging, no burning or shaking in that chair. I lay down and gets the needle, ain’t no use to whine. I shore would like a cigarette, though, To help me pass the time.