Send a Picture of Mother

After seven years behind these bars together
I’ll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go If only I had not tried to escape
They’d barred me with you I know, yes I know
Won’t you tell the folks back home I’ll soon be coming?
And don’t let them know I never will be free, be free
Sometimes write and tell me how they’re doing
And send a picture of mother back to me Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
And send a picture of mother if you can
I’m happy for you that you got your freedom
But stay with me just another minute or so, or so After all this sweating blood together
Who’ll be my fighting partner when you go, when you go The hardest time will be on Sunday morning
Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill, Heaven Hill
Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
And send a picture of mother if you can