Archive for the ‘guilty’ Tag

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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Ninety-Nine Years

The court room was crowded the judge waited there
My mother was crying when I left the chair
The sentence was sharp folks it cut like a knife
For ninety-nine years is almost for life

I dreamed of the whistle and I heard the bell ring
My Sweetheart was coming some good news to bring
I knew that she loved me and that she’d be true
And said she would save me Im as guiltless as you

She went for a pardon or else a parole
I know she’d come back for she has part of my soul
If she ever fails me I’ll feel mighty blue
I’ll stay in this jail-house I’ll die in here to

They said I was guilty and to my dispair
They sent me to Nashville and shaved off my hair
So com hear my story I’ll tell you my fate
Im serving in Nashville for another man’s hate.

The Convict And The Rose

Within my prison all so dreary
Alone I sit with weary heart
Im thinking of my lonely darling
From her forever I must part

The rose she sent me as a token
She sent it just to light my gloom
To tell me that her heart is broken
To cheer me before I meet my doom

She wrote I took it from the garden
Where once we wondered side by side
But now you hold no hope of pardon
And I can never be your bride

The judge would not believe my story
The jury said I had to pay
But to the rose in all its glory
Not guilty is all that I can say

Good-bye sweetheart for in the morning
I’ll meet my maker and repose
And when I go at daylights dawning
Against my heart they’ll find your rose