21 Years

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Woody Guthrie - Pop

21 Years

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Duration: 3:16

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I hear that train blow, babe She'll be here on time To take me to prison To serve out my time Look down that railroad Far as you can see Keep right on wavin' your farewell to me Six months have gone by, babe I wished I was dead Dirty old jailhouse with a floor for a bed It's raining, it's hailing, the moon gives no light Baby, please tell me why you never cry I've counted the days, babe I've counted the nights Counted the minutes I've counted the lights Counted the footsteps Counted the stars I've counted a million of these prison bars I counted on you, babe, to give me break I guess you forgot, babe, I'm here for your sake You know who's guilty, you know it too well But I'd rot in this jailhouse before I would tell Oh go beg that governor, babe, on your sweet soul If you can't get a pardon, try to get a parole If I had that governor, or the governor's got me Before Tuesday morning, that governor'd be free Come all you young fellows, with a heart brave and true Don't bet on a woman, you're beat if you do Don't bet on a woman, if she's the wrong kind Twenty-one years, babe, is a mighty long time

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