Waiting For The Evening Mail

Because I'm sitting on the inside, looking at the outside

Waiting for that evening mail

Lordy, what a feeling, when it comes a stealing

Just this wicked low down jail

Separating me from everything but that evening mail

I'm like a ship without a sail

I wrote my one-time mama down in Jacksonville

I said, "Look, honey, I'm in jail

Now, baby, don't you fail me, hurry up and mail me bail"

That was a year ago and I'm still on the inside

Looking at the outside waiting for that evening mail

Now the reason that they have me in this awful place

I mistook a two spot that I thought was an ace

And the guy that had the dice grabbed my dough and ran

I missed him with a brick and hit a policeman

Now that policeman grabbed me by the neck in a rage

He came and threw me in this wicked iron cage

They tied two iron apples just below my knee

And when they ride away it's gonna set me free

Now I just asked a trusty how long he thought I must be

Locked up before they'll set me free

He said he heard the warden say that I'd be boarding here

'Til 1993

So I'm still sitting on the inside looking at the outside

Waiting for that evening mail