| My best man, my best friend
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| Told me to stop peddlin' Gin
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| They even told me to keep my hands
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| Out people’s pocket where their money was in
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| But I wouldn’t listen or have any shame
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| 'long as someone else would take the blame
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| Now I can see it all come home to me
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| I’m sittin' in the jailhouse now
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| I mean, I’m in the jailhouse now
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| I done stop runnin' around with this one
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| And these good lookin' browns
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| Any time you see me, I was good time bound
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| With this one, that one, most all in town
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| I’m in the jailhouse now
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| I’m sittin' in the jailhouse now |