I was raised in a small mill town, a factory worker's son Left my home and family at the age of 21 I set out to find my way in a strange and distant town Hadn't been there a year or more when trouble came around I operate an old punch press, work all by myself I make no friends or enemies, just parts from 4 to 12; just parts from 4 to 12 One night as I was walking home, I heard an awful sound Footsteps running out of sight by the time I turned around Shaken by the dreadful scene, it came into my sight A young man lying cold and still, beneath the dim street light Dear Mother, say a prayer for me, and please try not to cry I swear to you I killed no one, but I had no alibi; Lord, I had no alibi Now I'm a hunted fugitive, running for my life A wanted man ain't got a chance when he has no place to hide I know someday they'll find me, and I know that when they do I'll have to pay the penalty for a crime I didn't do; For a crime I didn't do