All the days of my youth I remember so well I lived in a world on my own
Nobody cared where my money came from when I had it I wasn't alone
Oh the wine flowed freely and friendship was mine how they all loved me back then
But here in this prison I sit all alone and now where are all of my friends
[ guitar ]
So drink and be marry if this is your wish of wastin' your life out in sin
But remember someday you may be as I am with nothing not even a friend
Oh the wine flowed freely...
[ piano ]
So here's to the freedom I never shall have I know it's not long till the end
But I'd rather be dead than to spend ninety years
With the cold prison walls for a friend

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Writer(s): JOE T. BABCOCK