21 Years

21 Years - Woody Guthrie (伍迪·格思裡)/Cisco Houston

I hear that train blow babe

She'll be here on time

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

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