The Jail House Blues Songtext
von Sam Collins

When I was layin′ in jail with my back turned to the wall
When I was layin' in jail with my back turned to the wall
I could′n' lay down and dream, I could hear my good gal squall


Lord, she brought me coffee and she brought me tea
Lord, she brought me coffee and she brought me tea
Fell dead at the door with the jailhouse key

I'm going down to the courthouse, see the judge and Chief Police
Going down to the courthouse, see the judge and Chief Police
My good gal fell dead and I sure can′t see no peace

I′ll tell you what I'll do, and I, sure God, won′t tell no lie
Tell you what I'll do, and I, sure God, ain′t gonna lie
I b'lieve I′ll lay down, take morphine and die