One, two, three, four

I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am
But they won't let my secret go untold
I paid the dead how I owed them, but they're still not satisfied
Now I'm a branded man out in the cold
When they let me out of prison, I held my head up high
Determined I would rise above the shame
But no matter where I travel, the black mark follows me
And I'm branded with a number on my name
I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am
But they won't let my secret go untold
I paid the dead how I owed them, but they're still not satisfied
Now I'm a branded man out in the cold

Would you give a great big round of applause to my steel guitar player, Mr. Norman Hamlet

And on the lead electric guitar, Mr. Roy Nichols

Back on the drums, Mr. Eddie Burrus