21 Years - Woody Guthrie

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