Have you heard the dogs at night 
Somewhere on the hill 
Chasing some poor criminal 
And I guess they're out to kill 
Oh there must be shackles on his feet 
And mother in his eyes 
Stumbling through the devil-dark 
With the hound pack in full cry 

Have mercy on the criminal 
Who is running from the law 
Are you blind to the winds of change 
Don't you hear him any more 

Praying Lord you got to help me 
I am never gonna sin again 
Just take these chains from around my legs 
Sweet Jesus I'll be your friend 

Now have you ever seen the white teeth gleam 
While you lie on a cold damp ground 
You're taking in the face of a rifle butt 
While the wardens hold you down 

And you've never seen a friend in years 
Oh it turns your heart to stone 
You jump the walls and the dogs run free 
And the grave's gonna be your home