Mom never did like the '39 while she was in the joint. Couldn't make a decent shiv out of the case and the one AA battery didn't do much damage stuffed in a sock. Oh, but it could flat play The Prisoner's Song as sung by Bill Monroe:
The Prisoner's Song Oh, I wish I had someone to love me, Someone to call me their own. Oh, I wish I had someone to live with 'Cause I'm tired of livin' alone. 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, Leaving my poor darling 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 the wings of 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 willing to die. The lyrics, and quite a bit about the song's history, may be found on this site: Bob Dylan Roots: The Prisoner's Song http://www.bobdylanroots.com/prisoner.html Gil _______________________________________________ IRCA mailing list [email protected] http://montreal.kotalampi.com/mailman/listinfo/irca Opinions expressed in messages on this mailing list are those of the original contributors and do not necessarily reflect the opinion of the IRCA, its editors, publishing staff, or officers For more information: http://www.ircaonline.org To Post a message: [email protected]
