Oh hear the train blow babe, She’ll be here on time To take me to Nashville to serve out my time Oh look down that railroad, Boys, you can see And keep right on waving your farewell to me. The steam from the whistle, The smoke from the stack I know you’ll be true blue until I come back. So hold up your head, babe and dry up your eye For best of friends must part babe, So must you and I. The judge said, “Stand up, boy and dry up your tears You’re sentenced to Nashville for twenty one years”. So kiss me goodbye, babe and say you’ll be mine For Twenty One Years is a mighty long time. Oh go beg the governor babe, On your sweet soul If you can’t get pardon, try get a parole. If I had the governor where the governor’s got me Before Tuesday morning, that governer’d be free. Six months has gone by babe, I wish I was dead, This dirty old jailhouse, the floor for a bed. It’s raining, it’s hailing, the moon gives no light Oh babe, please tell me why you never write. I’ve counted the day’s babe, I’ve counted the night. I’ve counted the minutes, I’ve counted the lights. I’ve counted the footsteps, I’ve counted the stars. I’ve counted a million of these prison bars. I’ve counted on you, babe, to get me a break I guess I forget, babe, I’m here for your sake. Oh, you know who’s guilty, you know it too well But I’ll rot in this jailhouse before I will tell. Come on, you young fellows, With hearts brave and true, Don’t believe a woman, You’re beat if you do. Don’t trust any woman, No matter what kind For Twenty One Years is a mighty long time.
A collection of Son Vo’s original music as a solo artist. You’ll hear classic rock, blues rock, blues, indie rock, psychedelic rock, Americana, country, Latin/jazz, silly songs, ballads and even 50’s inspired pop.
