The judge said: "Sit up, boy, and dry off your tears.
You're sentenced to Corrigan for twenty-one years."

So look down that railroad as far as you can see,
And keep right on waving farewell to me.

I've counted the lights, dear; I've counted the stars.
I've counted the nights, dear, and these cold prison bars.

Every night I sleep, dear, not much of a bed.
Every morn I wake, dear; I wish I was dead.

You know who's guilty; you know it well,
I'll die in this jailhouse before I will tell.

So go tell the gov'nor your sweet soul,
If you can't get a pardon, try and get a parole.

So all you young fellas so brave and so true,
Don't trust no woman, no matter what you do.

Don't trust no woman, no matter what kind.
You'll be in the jailhouse; you'll be doing time.

Oh Lord, honey dear, I love you true.

For twenty-one years - is a mighty long time.

Oh, yes it is - I love you true. Oh, Lord. (yodelling)

Buckey Jones / Douglas Massachusetts / 12 string Yamaha J guitar 1980.
And no teeth - sung at the Goodness Store / Rte 16 / Douglas Mass.