John Denver - Prisoners

^DJosie works the counter at the ^Ddowntown five and dime, any^Gthing at all to help her pass the ^Dtime. Her ^Dmama keeps the baby and ^Dgrandpa rambles on about the ^Ggood times playing in his ^Dmind.

It's a ^Ghard life living when you're ^Dlonely, it's a ^Glong night sleeping ^Dalone. It's a ^Ghard time waiting for to^Dmorrow, it's a ^Glong, long way ^Dhome. ^{D G D}

^DJosie spends the evening with the ^Dpeople in the pages of the ^Gpaperback she picked up at the ^Dstore. Or ^Dsometimes it's the TV, or she'll ^Dtry to write a letter, oh, ^Gthey don't come too often ^Danymore.

It's a ^Ghard life living when you're ^Dlonely, it's a ^Glong night sleeping ^Dalone. It's a ^Ghard time waiting for to^Gmorrow, it's a ^Glong, long way ^Dhome.

I ^Dstare at the grey walls ^Gbefore me, ^DI see her face in the ^Gstone. I ^Dtry to imagine our ^Gbaby, I ^Dwish they would let me go ^Ghome. I ^Dwish they would let me go ^Ghome. ^D

It's a ^Ghard life living when you're ^Dlonely, It's a ^Glong night sleeping ^Dalone. It's a ^Ghard time waiting for to^Dmorrow, It's a ^Glong, long way ^Dhome. It's a ^Glong, long way ^Dhome. Bringing ^Gme and the other boys ^Dhome, Bring ^Gme and the other boys ^Dhome.