THE PRISONER'S SONG



Oh I wish I had someone to love me

Someone to call me her own,

Oh I wish I had someone to live with

For I'm tired of living alone.



Oh please meet me tonight in the moonlight

Plwease meet me tonight all alone

For I have a sad story to tell you

It's a story that's never been told.



I'll be carried to the new jail tomorrow

Leavin' my poor darlin' alone

With the cold prison bars all around me

And my head on a pillow of stone



Now I have a grand ship on the ocean

All mounted with silver and gold

And before my poor darling would suffer.

Oh that ship would be anchored and sold.



Now if I had wings like an angel

Over these prison walls I would fly.

And I'd fly to the arms of my poor darling

And there I'd be willing to die.



Note: From Vernon Dalhart recording, 1924. This was the flip

side of Wreck of the old 97, and Dahlhart made several cover

versions for some 30 different labels. This was clearly the

single most popular record ---of any type--- produced at the

time, with reported sales up in the billions of records

being reported. A decade later, Acuff covered it, and sold

another million or so.

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