Jimmie Rodgers - Moonlight and skies

^COh, come hear my sto^C7ry of ^Fheartaches and ^Csighs. I’m a prisoner who’s lonely for his moonlight and ^G7skies. ^CI have a sweetheart who’s ^Fwaiting for me Back in old Okla^Choma, not ^G7far from Shaw^Cnee. Her lips like the ^Fcherries. Her little heart ^Ccries, “Daddy, please come ^G7back to your moonlight and ^Cskies.” My pal’s name was ^FBlacky, a lad with true ^Cheart. A robb’ry we ^G7planned, so decided to ^Cstart. I went to my ^Fdarling with tears in her ^Ceyes. She said, “Daddy, don’t ^G7leave me, your moonlight and ^Cskies.” I laughed at her ^Fpleading, youth must have it’s ^Cway, And said, ”I’ll be ^G7back in a couple of ^Cdays.”

^CThe next scene was ^C7fatal, with a ^Fshot through his ^Cheart, For Blacky died sending love to his sweet^G7heart. “Go ^Ctell her, go tell her, ^FI send her my love. I’ll meet her in ^Cheaven with the ^G7angels a^Cbove.” That night I was ^Fcaptured out under the ^Cstars. Now I have life to ^G7linger behind these iron ^Cbars. You’ll find me at my ^Fwindow as the day slowly ^Cdies. I’m dreaming of my ^G7darling and my moonlight and ^Cskies. A pale moon is ^Fshining, is shining so ^Cbright, And lovers are ^G7strolling by my window to^Cnight. Their laughter so ^Fmerry brings heartaches and ^Csighs To a pris’ner who’s ^G7lonely for the moonlight and ^Cskies.