David Coe Allan - Prisoner's Song

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Well if I had, the wings of an angel
           C                     D
Over these prison walls, I would fly
        C                     F
Yes I’d fly to the arms of my darlin’
    C             D          C 
And there, I’d be willing to die.

    C                       F
And I wish I had someone to love me
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Someone to call me their own
    C                       F
And I wish I had someone to live with
          C         G         C
Cause I’m so tired, of livin’ alone.

C                         F
Please me tonight, in the moonlight
C                      G
Please me tonight, all alone
    C                     F
For I have a sad story to tell you
       C      G                 C
It’s a story, that’s never been told.

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And I guess I’m gonna be carried to the new jail tomorrow
    C                                          G
And that means I’ll be leavin’ my poor darlin’ alone
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With those old cold prison bars all around me
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And I’m gonna lay there lookin’ like hell on the cold stone.

D                                              G
You know I had a big ol’ grand ship out on the ocean
       D                                   A
Why it was all mounded with silver and gold 
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There’s nothin’ for my poor darlin’ to suffer
D                      A         D
That old ship, will be angry and sold.

D                             G
And if I had, the wings of an angel
     D                           A
Over these prison walls, I would fly
        D                     G
And I’d fly to the arms of my darlin’ 
    D             A          D
And there, I’d be willing to die.

        D                      G
Well if I had, the wings of an angel
     D                           A
Over those prison walls, I would fly
        D                     G
Yes I’d fly to the arms of my darlin’
    D             A          D
And there, I’d be willing to die.

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