Lletres: The Weavers. Almost Done.

On a Monday I was arrested
On a Tuesday I was locked up in jail
On a Wednesday my trial was tested
On a Thursday nobody to give my bail

Lord it's all, almost done, Lord it's all, almost done
Oh, Lord it's all, almost done
And I ain't gonna see those pretty girls no more

Take these stripes, stripes them of my shoulder
Take these chains, chains from around my legs
Well, these stripes, no they don't worry me
But these chains, these chains are gonna kill me dead

Lord it's all, almost done, Lord it's all, almost done
Oh, Lord it's all, almost done
And I ain't gonna see those pretty girls no more

Well, she whispered, she whispered to her mama
She said ?Mama I can't see how he stands
'Cause he's only, he's only sweet sixteen, Lord
But they're drive him, they're driving him like a man"

Lord it's all, almost done, Lord it's all, almost done
Oh, Lord it's all, almost done
And I ain't gonna see those pretty girls no more

Well, I know, I know that someday
These gates, these gates gonna open wide
And we'll be gone, gone from here singin'
But the captain, we've gonna leave him inside

Lord it's all, almost done, oh, Lord it's all, almost done
Oh, Lord it's all, almost done
And I ain't gonna see those pretty girls no more