Sam Brown - Calvin Russell

Op Sam Brown was a lonesome convict

He come from a Red River town

There ain’t no two ways about it

It was Texas law that shot Sam down

Ol' Sam Brown told me his story

It seems a bad check writer was he

Seven times down and seven times sorry

He had to spend his life under lock and key

I guess that some will say

He was worthless

And that he got only what was fair

But I’m here to say right now

Ol' Sam Brown was just a little person

Who caught up in this lifes

Great pull and tear

Ol' Sam Brown, he liked them outlaws

Billie the Kid, Frank and Jessie James

And I guess he read a thousand stories

Of the days when they roamed the plains

Tell me why didn’t someone

Help him

To belive in himself

Some, too

Hell no, they’d rather give a man

About a hundred years

Just to prove they can be

Tougher than you

Ol' Sam Brown died on a Sunday morning

Layin' right there in that cement cell

Whith ragged convicts to mourn his passin'

And no loved ones to bid farewell

They used to tell him

Sam — straighten up

And fly right

They used to tell him

Sam — don’t you stay out

Late at at night

And why …

Can’t you be like I am, Sam

Will you ever see the light?