The Prisoners Tune
By: Bob Lachman
Duration
4:55
Genres
Description
A song for all of us who are in chains, literally or figuratively - or both.
Lyrics
The Prisoner's Tune---- 1 The birds are singing in the trees outside, Some croak low but most stay high. All can come and go as they please, Lord I wish I was up in those trees. 2 The sun may be shining but I wouldn't know, There's a black smoke screen set across my window Flowers shall bloom and lovers pledge rings, Lord I wish you'd give me back my wings. Chorus: I'm just a doneover Prisoner man, Rattling my chains with overdone hands. Hear me at night, baying at the moon And listen to my prisoner's tune. 3 My woman sleeps on a bed of ferns; Her whole being shattered by the way mine burns. Some burns are slight, others third degree, A world in chains hates to see a world that’s free. Bridge: I'm just a prisoner in myself, a prisoner in this place we all hide I'm just a prisoner in this cell: Handcuffs bite the wrists of the prisoner... repeat chorus- and fade-- Music & lyrics by Charles Robert Lachman copyright 2008
