They were trapped behind a locked door,
a locked door of a moldy cage.
Trapped behind a locked door,
a locked door of a moldy cage.
It burned to a frazzle, Lord,
while that hellfire raged
It was mighty cold outside, but Northwind,
Northwind moaned and cried
Northwind he moaned and cried
While inside twenty poor boys
Now no more ball and chain
To carry on their weary feet
We'll be singing hallelujah,
sitting by God's mercy feet.
cause a papa lot of pain.
sitting by my God's mercy seat.
20 souls have gone home to
Now no more ball and chain
to carry on their weary feet.
They'll be singing hallelujah,
sitting by God's mercy seat.
cause a powerful lot of pain.
They were singing hallelujah,
sitting by my God's mercy seat.