Prisoned Cowboy Paroles

And I'm in this lonesome jail
I was the honest ranger,
Tried for fame but soon I failed.

I was a cowboy singer,
And I played the old guitar,
But my mind was set on roaming,
I started out for lands a-far.

Soon fell with bad companions,
And we robbed the Western mail
Shot and killed some helpless lady,
As I think my face grows pale.

I had a pretty sweet heart,
And she though the world of me,
But we parted at the station,
Down in sunny Tennessee.

Last night from her I got a letter, Never more we'll stroll together;
Down in dear old Lover's Lane,
I must spend my life in prison,
I pray on high we'll meet again.