Author - Rex Oates - 2016
"Arizona Wind"
(In memory of Travis Alexander)
Locked up in a cell, reading a book, is a small price to pay for the life that you took.
But the Arizona wind whispers his name in the air.
It won't let you forget the reason why you're there.
When the judge looked you in the eyes and said "life without parole"
You never felt so lonesome deep down in your soul.
You danced with the devil, but now the piper must be paid.
And you'll hear that Arizona wind until your dying day.
And the Arizona wind it reminds you every day
of the life you could've lived, of the life you threw away.
It reminds you in the evening when the desert sun goes down
That you'll never leave that place till they lay your body down.
Living life behind bars, is no kind of life to live.
But that's the price of your sin, the world cannot forgive.
And the Arizona wind whispers his name in the air
And it won't let you forget the reason why you're there.
The Arizona wind it reminds you every day.
Of the life you could've lived, of the life you threw away.
It reminds you in the evening when the desert sun goes down.
That you'll never leave that place till they lay your body down.
And the sun comes up and the sun goes down, another day gets written down. The days turn into months then into years.
Doing life without parole in Perryville.
"Arizona Wind"
(In memory of Travis Alexander)
Locked up in a cell, reading a book, is a small price to pay for the life that you took.
But the Arizona wind whispers his name in the air.
It won't let you forget the reason why you're there.
When the judge looked you in the eyes and said "life without parole"
You never felt so lonesome deep down in your soul.
You danced with the devil, but now the piper must be paid.
And you'll hear that Arizona wind until your dying day.
And the Arizona wind it reminds you every day
of the life you could've lived, of the life you threw away.
It reminds you in the evening when the desert sun goes down
That you'll never leave that place till they lay your body down.
Living life behind bars, is no kind of life to live.
But that's the price of your sin, the world cannot forgive.
And the Arizona wind whispers his name in the air
And it won't let you forget the reason why you're there.
The Arizona wind it reminds you every day.
Of the life you could've lived, of the life you threw away.
It reminds you in the evening when the desert sun goes down.
That you'll never leave that place till they lay your body down.
And the sun comes up and the sun goes down, another day gets written down. The days turn into months then into years.
Doing life without parole in Perryville.
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