Letras
When I was layin' in jail with my back turned to the wall
When I was layin' in jail with my back turned to the wall
I could lay down and dream, I could hear my good gal squall
Lord, she brought me coffee and she brought me tea
Lord, she brought me coffee and she brought me tea
Well, I'm dead, I could go with the jailhouse key
I'm goin' down to the courthouse, see the judge and the chief police
Goin' down to the courthouse, see the judge and the chief police
My good gal fell dead and I sure can't see no peace
I'll tell you what I'll do and I sure glad I won't tell no lie
Tell you what I'll do and I sure glad I ain't gon' lie
I believe I'll lay down, take morphine and die