Lyrics Big House Bound - Blind Boy Fuller

Big House Bound

Then I sent for my friends, «Please spare the rod»
Then I sent for my friends, «Please spare the rod»
Then my friends sent me word, «Lord the times was too dog-gone hard»
I got friends 'as got money, «Please tell 'em to go my bail»
I got friends 'as got money, «Please tell 'em to go my bail»
And my friends sent me word, «Had no business in the county jail»
Then I felt so right till the judge turned around and frowned
Then I felt so right till the judge turned around and frowned
Says, «I'm sorry for you buddy, but you’re on your last-go-round»