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Twenty One Years (version 1)

The judge said stand up boy
And dry up your tears
Your sentenced to Nashville
For twenty one years
So kiss me goodbye Babe
And say you’ll be mine
For twenty one years
Is a Mighty long time

The steam from the whistle
The smoke from the stack
I know you’ll be true blue
Until I come back
So hold up your head Babe
and dry up your eyes
For best friends must part Babe
So must you and I

Go get me the Govenor
God bless your sweet soul
If you can’t get a pardon
Then get a parole
If I had the Govenor
Where the Govenor has me
Before next Tuesday morning
The Govenor would be free

Six months have gone by Babe
And I wish I were dead
for this dirty old jailhouse
Has a floor for a bed
Its raining its hailing
The moon gives no light
Oh darling please tell me
Why you never write

Ive counted the days Babe
Ive counted the nights
Ive counted the noontimes
And Ive counted them right
Ive counted the moments
And Ive counted the stars
And Ive counted a million
Of these prison bars

I counted on you Babe
To give me a break
You seem to forget Babe
Im here for your sake
For you know who is guilty
And you know it too well
But I will rot in this jailhouse
Before I would tell

Now all you young fellows
With hearts brave and true
Don’t believe in a woman
You’ll grive if you do
Don’t trust any woman
No matter how kind
For twenty one years
Is a mighty long time

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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.

Stern Old Bachelor

I am a stern old bachelor
My age is forty-four
I do declare I’ll never live
With women any more

Little sod shanty
Sod shanty give to me
For Im a stern old bachelor
From matrimony free

I have a stove that’s worth ten cents
a table worth fifteen
I cook my grub in oyster cans
and keep all things so clean

When I come home late I have no fear
I smile and walk right in
I never hear a voice yell out
I say where have you been

On winters cold and story night
In my cosy little shack
I sing my song and smoke my pipe
With no one to talk back

And when I go to bed alone
My snores cause no alarm
I never have to walk aboard
With an infant on each arm

I go to bed when’er I please
I get up just the same
I change my socks three times a year
With no one to complain

And when I die and go to heaven
Which all old bachelors do
I’ll never have to grivince for fear
The wife don’t get there too

Yoddling Cowboy

At the set of the sun when my work is done
On my pony I’ll take a ride
Where the cayout howls and the lone wolf prowels

We’ll go down that lonesome trail
Just galloping on
How I long to sing that Yodelling Cowboy Song

Where a man is a man and a friend is a friend
where all my cares and troubles end
We have no sorrow nothing but joy
Im just a yodelling cowboy

My cowboy life is so happy and free
Where the law don’t bother me
I treat my troubles just like a toy
Im just a yodelling cowboy

The Lane County Bachelor

My name is Frank Bale an old bachelor I am
I’m keeping old batch on an elegant plan
You’ll find me out West in the county of Lane
Starving to death on a Government claim

My house it is build of the national sail
The walls are erected according to Hayle
The roof has no leak but is level and plain
And I always get wet when it happens to rain

But Hurrah! for Lane County teh land of the free
Home of the grasshopper bed bug and flee
I’ll sing loud her praises and boast of her fame
While starving to death on a Government claim

How happy am I when I crawl into bed
And a rattlesnake rattles his tail at my head
And the gay little centipide foil of all fear
Crawls over my pillow and into my ear

And the nice little building so cheerful and bright
Keeps me up scratching full half of the night
And the gay little flee with toes sharp as a tack
Plays why don’t you catch me all over my back

But Hurrah for Lane County the land of the West
Where the farmers and ranchers are always at rest
Where youve nothing to do but sweetly remain
And starve like a man on your government claim

The Prisoner At The Bar

The judge was there the jury too
   And people from afar
A fair young lad of tender youth
   Was prisoner at the bar
The Great courtroom was crammed
   With an eager anxious throng
And many a heart was aching
   For the boy accused of wrong

A maiden fair with golden hair
  Swept swiftly through the crowd
The people gazed in wonder
  But spoke not a word aloud
In turning to the judge’s stand
  One moment did she puase
And smiling through her tears she said
  Judge let me plead the cause

Oh judge let your mind wander back
  To those long years gone by
And see your sweetheart and yourself
  Just like this lad and I
If you had children of your own
  Have mercy I do pray
Remember you’ll break my heart
  If you send him far away

Then turning to the jury box
  To make her simple plea
This prisoner here is innocent
  I know you’ll set him free
Remember you were once a boy
  Just like this fair young lad
If you convict him of this charge
  You’ll drive him to the bad

Next Sunday is our wedding day
  The dream of wonderous life
When at the alter he will make
  Me his loving wife
Unless you aim to blight our lives
  Don’t say that we must part
And don’t forget your loving wife
  Was once your dear Sweetheart

The jury did not leave the room
  For they had quick agreed
The foreman briefly signed a note
  And gave the cleark to read
Not guilty were the only words
  The maiden heard them say
Her lover clasped her in his arms
  Love always has its way

A Home On The Range

Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Where the air is so pure, and the zephers so free
And the breezes so balmy and light
I would not exchange my home on the range
for all of your cities so bright

The Red Man was pressed from this part of the west
Tis unlikely he’ll ever return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn

Oh I love the wild flowers in this dear land of ours
The curfew I love to hear scram
I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
that graze on the mountain tops green

Oh give me a land where the bright diamonds and sand
Goes leisurely down the clear stream
And the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream

How often at night when the heavens are bright
with the light of the glittering stars
How I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Then I would not exchange my home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How Beautiful Heaven Must Be

We read of a place that’s called Heaven
Its made for the pure and the free
These truths in God’s word he hath given
How Beautiful Heaven must be

How beautiful Heaven must be must be
Sweet home of the happy and free
Fair haven of rest for the weary
How beatuiful Heaven must be

Pure waters of life there are flowing
And all who will drink may be free
Rare jewels of splendor are glowing
How beatuiful Heaven must be

The angels so sweetly are singing
Up there by the beautiful sea
Sweet Chords from the gold harps are singing
How beatuiful Heaven must be