Twenty One Years (version 2)

I’ll never be free
There must be a million
Its a damned lonesome place

Oh write me a letter
Two Nashville Jail
Oh the next twenty years love
Is when I’ll get my bail
If you were in here love
And I was set free
Every day I’d console you
Getting letters from me

For you know who is guilty
And I know it too
But they sure have to hang me
For guilt that is you
Tell me please tell me
Does the moon still shine bright
Are there still stars in heaven
And why dont you write

I hate you yet love you
My brain is on fire
Just to touch your soft hand love
Is my one desire
I wonder if someone
Should of thought of each night
Would be a relief love
If you’d only write

Take warning young fellows
Its a true but sad tale
Don’t believe any woman
Or you’ll up and and in jail
Twenty one years love
Is a long time to moan
So tend your own business
And leave women alone.

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