Was he just unlucky?
Was he framed?
No one spoke up
He got blamed
For something, something he didn't do
Oh no! oh no! oh no! oh no!

It was just another Saturday night
Bill and his friend were feeling all right
When they both agreed, what have we got to lose?
So they headed on down to the liquor store
Their chests poking through their muscle shirts
As they walked in the front door
Ready to party, oh yeah! but first they had to buy some booze

No sooner had they picked up some bottles of gin
When a masked man with a gun came walking in
Shouting this is a stick up....put all the money in the bag

It happened so fast
Bill's friend panicked and ran out the back door
The cashier lay dead on the floor
The robber got away never to be found

Now he never knew who made the call
But it didn't take the police long at all
To handcuff him and throw him to the ground

He took it like a man
After all he didn't have much of a plan
There really wasn't much else he could do

In the wrong place
At the wrong time
He hired a lawyer
That took his last dime
And then he disappeared too

The Judge would not listen
He didn't post bale
I'm sentencing you to twenty years in jail
Poor Bill was a broken man

The time went slow in that eight by ten cell
There were many days things didn't go well
He just wanted to lay down and die
He never gave up hope
He knew he had to cope
As he quietly asked himself why

Was I just unlucky?
Was I framed?
No one spoke up
I got blamed
For something, something I didn't do
Oh no! oh no! oh no! oh no!

The day finally came and he could not speak
When his torn dirty old calendar said just one more week
Just seven days and you'll be a free man

Pulling weeds in the prison garden
He happily waited for his pardon
Just seven more days until I can feel alive

Seven days, just seven more days
For my day to arrive
Just seven more days
And all I got to do
All I got to do is survive