THE PRISONER'S SONG
As recorded by: Vernon Dalhart
Writer: Guy Massey
CAPO: 1st FRET/KEY: Eb/PLAY: D
[D] Oh, I wish I had someone to [G] love me
Some-[A7] one to call me their [D] own
Oh, I wish I had someone to [G] live with
'Cause I'm [A7] tired of livin' a-[D] lone.
Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight
Please 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 darlin' 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 darlin'
And there I'd be willin' to die.
SOURCE:
THE SMITHSONIAN COLLECTION
OF CLASSIC COUNTRY MUSIC
As recorded by: Vernon Dalhart
Writer: Guy Massey
CAPO: 1st FRET/KEY: Eb/PLAY: D
[D] Oh, I wish I had someone to [G] love me
Some-[A7] one to call me their [D] own
Oh, I wish I had someone to [G] live with
'Cause I'm [A7] tired of livin' a-[D] lone.
Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight
Please 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 darlin' 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 darlin'
And there I'd be willin' to die.
SOURCE:
THE SMITHSONIAN COLLECTION
OF CLASSIC COUNTRY MUSIC