Dyin' Day

Blue mountain penitentially Been housing sin for centuries I am just a number, not a name And you wear a gun and hold the keys But you've always been good to me Only see the man and not the shame And I haven't seen my wife in years Last memory is her in tears Wonder if she'll even come tonight There's something that she doesn't know She needs to hear before I go Could you tell her I'm alright? Would you pray with me Touch the hand of a sinner? Would you stay with me And be my guest for dinner? Looks like this is my dying day They tell me that's the only way I'll ever see the other side again But they don't know who's been in here Every day, the last three years Yes sir, I'm the one who let him in And he comes and sits down in my chair Weeping, breathing this same air And opens up his hands Reminds me that he walked this mile Suffered for a little while And made me an innocent man Would you pray with me Touch the hand of a sinner? Would you stay with me And be my guest for dinner? Would you pray with me Touch the hand of a sinner? Would you stay with me My last guest for dinner?