All I got on me It's my Angola prison ID. Ain't a place in this whole damn city willing to hire me. It's been twenty years. And a horn blows from a riverboat. It sounds the same as the day I went away. You know it sounds just the same. In 1979 man I was always high. I don't remember committing the crime, But I remember doing the time. It's been twenty years. And a horn blows from a sousaphone. To me it sounds like a moan. My eyes are not like yours, My eyes are froze From the years in a jail cell In fear of my foes. It's been twenty years. And a horn blows from a riverboat. And it sounds the same as the day I went away. You know it sounds just the same.