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PRISONED COWBOY
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PRISONED COWBOY,
Hank Snow
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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.
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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.
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