Pencil and paper is all that I have
And darling you're so far away
Pencil and paper will just have to do
Till I can't be free and be with you someday
These are the words of a friend that I have
He wrote them in his prison cell
He often said something happens to me
Would you tell my story you know it so well
(It's funny what pencil and paper can do)
One morning we found him in his prison bed
That night he had gone to his rest
We searched through his cell but we never could find
A word of his sweetheart no name no address
I sing this song for a girl that he loved
I know that he loved her so true
I don't know her name I don't know where she lives
It's funny what pencil and paper can do