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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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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.

Answer to Twenty-One Years

She wrote him this letter all covered with tears
And it is her answer to Twenty One Years

Six months have gone by love the good doctor said
For six weary months Ive been sick in bed
My poor heart it is in agony
The drug store has nothing can help what ails me

They tell me your bitter cause I didnt write
But my brain is all fevered and dark is the night
So you’ll understand why I didn’t write you
The Master in Heaven knew what Ive been through

The judge said stand up said dry up your tears
And sent you to Nashville for twenty One years
As we stood embracing they tore us apart
But they’ll never tear you from out of my heart

They shackled your arms love they shackled your feet
But they never can shackle a love that is sweet
The angels all know love that you’ll always be mine
And I’ll still be waiting though its a long time

I went to the Governor got down on my knees
And said Mr Governor won’t you listen please
I begged for a pardon through heart blinding tears
And all I remember was twenty one years

They sent you to prison behind those iron bars
When I get my strength back I’ll come where you are
I’ll stand by those high walls and shout through my tears
That I will want for you dear for twenty one years

So this is her letter all covered with tears
And it is her answer to twenty one years

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

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