Coll. by Max Hunter Dubbed by M.C. Parler
Mrs. Cobain Elkton, Mo. September 6, 1959
Reel 351, Item 10
The judge said, Stand up, boy,
And dry up your tears You're sentenced to Nashville For twenty-one years.
So kiss me goodby, babe,
And say you 11 be mine For twenty-one years is A mighty longtime.
The sleet on the window The smoke from the stack I know you'll be true blue Until I get back So hold up your head, babe,
And dry up your eyes
For best friends must part,babe,
So must you and I
So go ask the Governor Save all your sweet soul If you can't get a pardon Try to get a parole If I had the governor Where the govenor'd got me Before Tuesday morning That governor'd be free
Six months have gone by, babe,
I wish I was dead This dirty old jail house With the floor for a bed It's raining, it's hailing The moon gives no light Oh baby, please tell me Why you never write
I've counted the pay=days I've counted the lights I've counted the minutes I've counted the nights I've counted the footprints I've counted the stars I've counted a million Of these prison bars.
more-Reel 351, Item 10 Continued
I've counted on you, babe,
To get me a place
I guess you've forgotten
I'm here for your sake
You know who killed him
You know it full well
But I'll rot in this jail house
Before I will tell
Come all you youngfellows With heart brave and true Don't trust in a woman You're deceived if you do Don't trust any woman No|matter what kind For twenty=one years, boys Is a mighty long time.
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