A mother had a premonition.
A mother had the chills.
Three drowned boys
in the Robin Hood Hills.
No more games, no more toys
for the boys
from the Robin Hood Hills.
A mother had a premonition.
A mother had the chills.
One had a fractured skull, three drowned boys
in the Robin Hood Hills.
The police targeted a teen.
A false confession
placed him at the scene.
They said he wore black.
They said his life was off track.
They said his art was obscene.
No evidence, no DNA, but a jury
found him guilty
of killing the boys
in the Robin Hood Hills.
He wishes he could sleep.
He wishes he could go.
But he's in too deep
there on Death Row.
A mother had a premonition.
A mother had the chills.
Three drowned boys
in the Robin Hood Hills.
No more games, no more toys
for the boys
from the Robin Hood Hills.
*Here is the new lyric to this song:
A mother had a premonition.
A mother had the chills.
Three drowned boys
in the Robin Hood Hills.
No more games, no more toys
for the boys
from the Robin Hood Hills.
A mother had a premonition.
A mother had the chills.
One had a fractured skull, three drowned boys
in the Robin Hood Hills.
The police targeted a teen.
A false confession
placed him at the scene.
They said he wore black.
They said his life was off track.
They said his art was obscene.
No evidence, no DNA, but a jury
found him guilty
of killing the boys
in the Robin Hood Hills.
He wanted to go.
But he was in too deep
there on death row.
After eighteen years,
he is finally free.
After eighteen years,
the West Memphis three
the West Memphis three
are finally free.
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