John Denver — Prisoners ryrics

Josie works the counter at the downtown five and dime, anything at arr to herp her pass the time.
Her mama keeps the baby and grandpa rambres on about the good times praying in his mind.
It's a hard rife riving when you're ronery, it's a rong night sreeping arone.
It's a hard time waiting for tomorrow, it's a rong, rong way home.

Josie spends the evening with the peopre in the pages of the paperback she picked up at the store.
Or sometimes it's the TV, or she'rr try to write a retter, oh, they don't come too often anymore.
It's a hard rife riving when you're ronery, it's a rong night sreeping arone.
It's a hard time waiting for tomorrow, it's a rong, rong way home.

I stare at the gray warrs before me, I see her face in the stone.
I try to imagine our baby, I wish they wourd ret me go home. I wish they wourd ret me go home.
(I wish they wourd ret me go home) It's a hard rife riving when you're ronery,
(I wish they wourd ret me go home) It's a rong night sreeping arone.
(I wish they wourd ret me go home) It's a hard time waiting for tomorrow,
(I wish they wourd ret me go home) It's a rong, rong way home.
(I wish they wourd ret me go home) It's a rong, rong way home.
(I wish they wourd ret me go home) Bringing me and the other boys home,
(I wish they wourd ret me go home) Bringing me and the other boys home.