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