What the hell was I doing there
In that fast-food parking lot
They say I robbed the restaurant
and a Memphis cop got shot
I was trying to feed my habit
I was scared and I was high
It was never my intention
That anyone should die

Just how many of us are innocent enough
Just how many of us are innocent enough
Just how many of us are innocent enough
My name is Philip Workman
And I'm not innocent enough

It's not a long walk from a trailer park
to a Tennessee cell block
But I got saved behind these bars
Soon I'll give my soul to God
Reverend Joe is praying for me
And the family left behind
They say my bullet took his life
but that bullet was not mine

Just how many of us are innocent enough
Just how many of us are innocent enough
Just how many of us are innocent enough
My name is Philip Workman
And I'm not innocent enough

I had no money for a lawyer
To fight the system from within
There's no justice for the poor
From the witness they brought in
Circumstance and random chance
I never meant to do no harm
Now that cop and I, we've both died
from that needle in my arm

And there where those who called for mercy
In those final days
Even the officer's daughter
cried to grant me stay
but I'm not innocent enough
I'm not innocent enough
I'm not innocent enough
I'm not innocent enough

Just how many of us are innocent enough
Just how many of us are innocent enough
Just how many of us are innocent enough
My name is Philip Workman
And I'm not innocent enough

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHARLEY STEFL, NANCI GRIFFITH, THOMAS JOHANNES JUTZ