The Prisoned Cowboy Lyrics - Hank Snow

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.