on a long lonesome journey i m going throw your arms round my neck and don t cry though in shackles and chains they will take me to a prison to stay til i die and at night through the bars i will gaze at the stars and long for your sweet kiss in vain a piece of stone i will use for my pillow while i m sleeping in shackles and chains put your arms through these bars once my darling let me kiss those sweet lips i love best in heartache you re my consolation and in sorrow my haven of rest and at night through the bars i will gaze at the stars the plans that we made were in vain a piece of stone i will use for my pillow while i m sleeping in shackles and chains
['cowboy western', 'nashville sound']