Alcatraz - June Carter Cash

I’m on a hill by Frisco Bay

Hawaiian winds blow my past away

There’s a freighter there that’s southern bound

I’m on my way out of this town

There’s Alcatraz and the man that has

Bills, loving pills, and drinking wine and song

Stand in line and fighting whine and wrong

Kids and yard and I’m a man that’s tired and gone

There was a time when things were good

We had it better than we should

But things got hard and love got old

I got tired and love grew cold