The Jailhouse Blues

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