Hank Snow — The Prisoned Cowboy

Kind friends you have heard the story And the song called Twenty One Years All of how two lovers parted Of their sorrow, pain and tears I am another who's heartbroken And I'm in this lonesome jail I was the honest ranger Tried for fame but soon I failed I was a cowboy singer And I played the old guitar But my mind was set on roaming I started out for lands a-far Soon fell with bad companions And we robbed the Western mail Shot and killed some helpless lady As I think my face grows pale I had a pretty sweet heart And she though the world of me But we parted at the station Down in sunny Tennessee Last night from her I got a letter Saying, "I can never be your bride" As the moon shone though my window I bowed my head and cried Never more we'll stroll together; Down in dear old Lover's Lane I must spend my life in prison I pray on high we'll meet again