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...