Description: Looking for a cover of this song The original song was made using the words of Cole Younger from his autobiography and rearranged into Lyrics by me. The book is in the public domain. Cole Younger was a western outlaw . The words were written after he came out of prison and is remorseful of his outlaw life. The song starts out in country but breaks into metal at the first chorus

Project brief: Goal: cover the song and bring in the raw human emotion that AI can only imitate. correct mistakes in the song and make the sound clearer. Link with historical information https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqHBnSL1aLg Link with lyrics https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTneCJ6MJqk Original location Link https://www.udio.com/songs/irMQRXCMgdJp5DFfrKDC9a?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing Lyrics [Verse] Looking back through the dimly lighted corridors of the past, down the long vista of time., A time when I feared not the face of mortal man, Nor battalions of men, When backed by my old comrades in arms, [Build up] It may seem inconsistent to say that I appear before you. With a timidity born of cowardice, but perhaps you will understand better than I can tell you that twenty-five years in a prison cell fell. Fetters a man’s intellect as well as his body. [Chorus] Come with me to the prison, Where for a quarter of a century I have occupied a lonely cell. When the door swings in on you there, the world does not hear your muffled wail. (Oh, god, Turn back the universe!) [Verse] I have lived the gentleman, the solder, the out-law, and the convict, living the best twenty five years of my life in a felons cell. [Chorus] Come with me to the prison, Where for a quarter of a century I have occupied a lonely cell. When the door swings in on you there, the world does not hear your muffled wail. (Oh, god, Turn back the universe!) [Verse] I have no desire to pose as a martyr, for men who sin must suffer, but I will punctuate my remarks with bold statements, For the eagle should not be afraid of the storm! Come with me to the prison, Where for a quarter of a century I have occupied a lonely cell. When the door swings in on you there, the world does not hear your muffled wail. (Oh, god, Turn back the universe!) [verse] I need not explain my career as an outlaw A career that has been colored with fiction. To me the word outlaw is a living coal of fire. The past is a tragedy where danger lurks in every trail. [Chorus] Come with me to the prison, Where for a quarter of a century I have occupied a lonely cell. When the door swings in on you there, the world does not hear your muffled wail. (Oh, god, Turn back the universe!) [breakdown] Changes needed. The word Fell needs to be changed to Felt or removed altogether. "The door swings in on you there" needs to be "The Door Swings on you there" unless someone thinks it's keepable in the original.