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Kind you have heard the story,
And the song Twenty One Years,
All of how two parted,
Of their sorrow, and tears.

I am who's heartbroken,
And I'm in lonesome jail;
I was the ranger,
Tried for fame but I failed.

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

Soon fell bad companions,
And we robbed the Western
Shot and killed helpless lady,
as i think my grows pale.

I had a pretty heart,
and she though the of me,
But we at the station,
in sunny Tennessee.

Last night her I got a letter,
Saying, "I can be your bride;"
As the moon though my window,
I my head and cried.

more we'll stroll together;
Down in dear old Lane,
I must spend my in prison,
I pray on high we'll again.