Seventeen Years - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)
Written by：M. Robbins
From the letter you write me I guess that you're doing fine
I suppose you're too busy to remember I'm here doing time
I doubt if you're lonely I doubt if you've cried any tears
I doubt if you do any thinking about me while I'm doing seventeen years
If you could imagine some things that I've had to go through
Perhaps you'd remember I'm doing them all just for you
But you don't see the bars you can't hear that big iron gate
For you'd never forget that you'd never regret that
I'm here doin' time for your sake
You know I love you and that's why I'll never reveal
The reason I'm stuck here you know that my lips are sealed
I doubt if you're lonely I doubt if you've cried any tears
I doubt if you do any thinking about me while I'm doing seventeen years
I doubt if you do any thinking about me while I'm doing seventeen years
