My name is Dorothy Hanson, number 36425, I sit here in this prison cell for twenty years to life
For twenty years I loved a man with a temper like a gun
Sometimes I wasn't good enough, some days his only one
I made his house a home for us, I stood to take his blows
And I pray we'll meet in heaven, but only Jesus knows
I've had eleven busted ribs and scars and sprains that you can't see
A dentist put a bridge in where my front teeth used to be

Twenty years to life, I was a prisoner as his wife
And I've fallen through a trap door between wrong and right
I killed the man I pledged my life to when I took my vows
I'll be sitting here just praying that God can sort it out

Every once in awhile he used to to turn on all his charms
He'd say, "Dottie, you're my angel," he'd take me in his arms
I seek the good in everyone, I do the best I can
It got to where I couldn't find much goodness in that man

Twenty years to life, I was a prisoner as his wife
And I've fallen through a trap door between wrong and right
I killed the man I pledged my life to when I took my vows
I'll be sitting here just praying that God can sort it out


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