A Prisoner of War
Performed by Jim Eanes
Recorded June 19, 1952
Written by Paul Cotton, Paul Roberts, Bob Miller
Darling, I'm writing this letter tonight
Where there's no table and no place to write
Where there's no friendship, no justice or law
I'm just a prisoner, a prisoner of war
While I am writing this message to you
I'll think of home and the friends that I knew
[?] with each word that I try to write
Wishing that I could be near you tonight
Sometimes I wonder if they'll set me free
And if the good Lord has forsaken me
Time and again I have called your sweet name
Only to wake up and find things the same
Here in this stockade with guards all around
Shackled with irons deep into the ground
Darling I'm weary and heartsick and sore
Bound in this prison, a prisoner of war
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