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Trumpets, Fiddles and Spanish Guitars
(click on the title to hear an excerpt)

Susanna with your pretty brown eyes
With your Spanish tongue and your young ears so full of lies
Those precious moments that I spent time with you
They ask me was it worth it, but what else could I do?

I’m sorry for the harm that I’ve done
Your brother tried to run me off; threatened me with a gun
In the struggle I took it away
Now they say it was murder and that I’ll have to pay.

Chorus:
From my cell I can look up to the stars
I can hear the trumpets, the fiddles and the Spanish guitars
And tomorrow I’ll be resting in peace
In a little desert graveyard
Won’t you please forgive me?

Your mother, she’s gonna come and watch me hang
Your poor father still holds you to blame
How in a moment of passion all of our lives have been changed
I’m sorry for your brother, I’m sorry for your pain.

Chorus
And tomorrow I’ll be resting in peace
In a little desert graveyard
Won’t you please forgive me?