| Now they put me in this jailhouse, twenty long years today,
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| And it’s drivin' me crazy, I’ve got thirty more years to stay.
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| The jailhouse, boy 's a lonesome place.
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| Especially when that turnkey, slams the door in your face.
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| Now they set me up for blackmail, and I can’t even sign my name.
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| Some dirty rat pulled this job, and I’ve got ta bare the blame.
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| I even killed my last dolla', the doors was a beggin' hand,
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| Then bad luck passed all the crooks and I had ta, be that fallin' man.
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| Boys I been laying in this death cell, writin' my time upside the wall.
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| When I had plenty of money I had friends, now I’m in trouble, ain’t got a
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| friend at all.
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| Boys, it’s a pity, but I sure can’t understand.
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| They said the judge is for justice, and still he framed an innocent man.
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| I was put in this cell, twenty long years ago.
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| Some poor men lives their time out, and some never lives to go. |