All night long I tried but couldn't sleep.Tried to be a man, tried not to weep.Now I hear the turning of the key,silently, the guard motions to me.Now realize the end is nearand I find I can't control my fear.As I pass the guard, I start to cry,and I whisper, "I don't want to die!"Then from death row comes a whisper, "Charlie, be a man."And I scream, "Just wait till your turn, then see if you can!"Down the hall they push and carry me.Blind with fright and tears won't let me see.Through a door and then I stop and stare,'cause I see it, there it is, THE CHAIR.Then they strap me in and turn to leave,and the prison chaplain says "Believe,faith in God will cause him to forgive."I have faith, but still I want to live.Suddenly, I'm paralyzed, this must be the end.My body jerks and trembles as they turn it on again.Quickly as it came, the pain is gone.I hear music, someone sings a song.Suddenly I seem to float through air.Something's wrong 'cause I'm still in THE CHAIR.In the room there's hardly any light,now I see a doctor dressed in white.I hear every word, it's plainly said.Did I hear them say, "This man is dead?"Did I hear them say, "This man is dead?
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