| Lyric | Song Title | Artist |
| This time tomorrow / Reckon where I'll be / Hadn't a-been for Grayson / I'd a-been in Tennessee | |
| And their song of hope and freedom it rang inside that prison / It beat against the iron bars and crashed against the stone | |
| I hear the clock / These walls are green / I see your face through tin and screen | |
| His own confession was a presecutor's prize / Made up of fear, of rage, and of outright lies | |
| The judge said 'Son, what is your alibi? / If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die' | |
| O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road / And I'll be in Scotland afore ye | |
| Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while / Think I see my friends comin' / Ridin' many a mile | |
| Oh momma I can hear you a'crying you're so scared and all alone / Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long. | |
| Angel of Mercy, people are suffering / All over the world / Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe | |