About Cell Block

Well, I used to be an angel

I guess my wings got torn

I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble

Ever since that I've been born

Ever since that I've been born

And I used to have a best friend

A girl for to be my bride

I had everything that a man could want

I believed, I was satisfied

I believed, I was satisfied

But as I come home one evening

The moon was hanging high

I felt something wrong, something must be going on

And a black cat passed me by, yeah

A black cat passed me by

I peeked on through my keyhole

Now tell me what did I see?

I saw my gal and my best friend

In a bed that belonged to me, oh

A bed that belonged to me

So I went and grabbed my shotgun

You know how the story goes

Gonna find me on a chain, digging ditches in the rain

I'll be wearing them county clothes, Lord

I'll be wearing them county clothes

Well, the jury found me guilty

I heard that gavel sound

And the only friend who would have thrown my bail

Was six feet underground

I fill six feet underground

Oh Lord, I'm feeling lowdown

And nothing to call mine

Gonna spend my days, wasting all away

In cell block #9, oh

A cell block #9, alright