| The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.
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| The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.
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| When the jailer, slams the door in your face.
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| It will be a great day when, someone will come and take my place.
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| It’ll be a great day when, somebody comes to take my place.
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| Because I’m tired of, the door slammin' in my face.
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| I wake up every morning, with the risin' sun.
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| I wake up every morning, with the risin' sun.
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| Wondering if some no good man, has led my baby wrong.
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| The jailhouse, is a killin' place.
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| The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.
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| The only thing that worries me, I’ll be cryin', keep slammin' this door in my
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| face. |