Ninty-Nine & Me

Spoken : Alright now, I'd like to tell you all a
story about me and my brother Billy T. You see ,
now when we were just little boys , we use to go
visit my grandma and grandpa for two weeks out of
every summer. My grandpa's name was Henry Toliver
Sawyer and he was a guard at the Atmore state
prison farm. Going up there for two weeks out of
every summer we got to know some of them convicts
pretty good. They didn't give 'em no name up at
Atmore . No, they just give 'em a number. So I'm
going to tell you all about a couple of friends of
mine now. Tell you about old Fifty. Look out Fifty
- take off runnin' now !

Fifty run into the sun He know he can't get away
Henry brought him down with his double barrel
shotgun Sent him to a better place Mississippi
winds keep calling Fourteen years since I seen you
all The boss man's heavy hand keeps fallin' God
I'd rather be dead

Spoken : You know we got to be just a little bit
older, they used to let us train them old bad
dogs. They'd say now, now you boys take off out
through that cornfield, get up across that creek
up into the woods and find yourself a tall tree
cause I'm going to turn them dogs loose. Sometimes
we'd be out there in them hills, I'd hear those
old dogs coming. Make me think I was a convict.
Look out brother Bill, here they come!

Sound of hound dogs close behind closing in on me
I can't run no more it's done come my time one
shot and I'll be free Mississippi winds keep
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/NgMcalling Fourteen years since I seen you all The
boss man's heavy hand keeps fallin' God I'd rather
be dead

Spoken : Alright, then about that time my life
began to pick up, just a little bit. Cos I met my
old friend Ninty-Nine. They called him Ninty for
short. Now you know Ninty can't read nor write,
but they gotta give him a job on the line. So they
make him the official postman. Now old Ninty he'd
take the mail from the front gate. He'd walk it up
to the first house on the line. Now that was the
Warden's house...so be careful Ninty-Nine. He'd
hand the mail to Mrs. Warden. She'd take what was
hers and give it to Ninty and he'd go on down the
line. But I remember it was real hot one Sunday.
Me and my grandpa was sittin' out on the front
porch, and we heard word down the line that Atmore
was on fire. And it was a bad fire. It was so bad,
they had to send some of the prisoners from Atmore
up to Kilby to finish their term. And sure enough
they wanted to send my friend Ninty-Nine. But he
don't want to go...

Late on a rainy July Sunday, Atmore started to
burn They had to send old Ninty against his will
to Kilby to finish his term We heard there was a
break from Kilby, somebody we all know They found
old Ninty-Nine knocking on the front door trying
to get back into Atmore... Mississippi winds keep
calling Fourteen years since I seen you all The
boss man's hand keeps fallin' God, I'd rather be
dead

Words & Music by Ray Sawyer Published by Horse
Hairs Music/BMI