| Gonna journey up the Hudson
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| Goin' on a lonesome trail
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| Gonna journey up the Hudson
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| Goin' on a lonesome trail
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| They can put me in the Death House
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| Or keep me in the Sing Sing Jail
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| I wrote and asked the warden
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| Why they called the jail the Sing Sing
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| I wrote and asked the warden
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| Why the called the jail the Sing Sing
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| He said, «Stand here by this rock pile
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| And listen to them hammers ring»
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| He turns in the court house
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| Papers sellin' for fifty cents
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| He turns in the court house
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| Papers sellin' for fifty cents
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| All the judge tryin' to tell me
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| My lawyer’s pleadin' self defense
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| The judge said, «Listen, Bessie
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| Tell me why you killed your man»
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| The judge said, «Listen, Bessie
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| Tell me why you killed your man»
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| I said, «Judge, you ain’t no woman
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| And you can’t understand»
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| You can send me up the river
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| Or send me to that mean old jail
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| You can send me up the river
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| Or send me to that mean old jail
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| I killed my man and I don’t need no bail |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sing Sing Prison Blues - Original , by - Bessie Smith. Song from the album Bessie Smith Selected Hits Vol. 5, in the genre Блюз