Penal Farm Blues Songtext
von Scrapper Blackwell

Early one morning, on my way to the penal farm
Early one morning, on my way to the penal farm
Baby, all locked up, and ain′t done nothin' wrong

Loaded in the dog wagon, and down the road we go
Loaded in the dog wagon, and down the road we go
Ah, baby, oh, baby, you don′t know

Into the office and then to the bathhouse we go
Into the office and then to the bathhouse we go
Then with a light shower, baby, we change our clothes


All last night, baby, it seemed so long
All last night, oh baby, it seemed so long
All locked up, I ain't done nothin' wrong

I′ll tell you people, the penal farm is a lonesome place
I′ll tell you people, penal farm's a lonesome place
And no one′s there, to smile up in your face

Oh, baby, baby, it won't be so long now
Oh, baby, baby, it won′t be so long now
Before your daddy, he'll be coming home

Oh, baby, baby, won′t you come after me?
Oh, baby, baby, won't you come after me?
My time is up and penal farm has set me free