The Prisoner's Song - Chet Atkins
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 living alone
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 darling would suffer
Oh that ship would be anchored and sold
Now if I had the wings like an angel
Over these prison walls I would fly
And I'd fly to the arms of my darling
And there I'd be willing to die
