Jailhouse Blues
Buck Cash

I tell you, I've suffered,
From trouble in pride.
I swear that I'm hurtin';
Can feel it inside.
I'm lookin' for lawyers.
What else can I do?
'Cause I don't wanna be singin'
Those jail-house blues.

The days come and go and,
They're goin' too fast.
My court date's approachin',
And then it's my ass!
I didn't do nothin'!
I swear that it's true.
And I don't wanna be singin',
Those jail-house blues.

The day that we married,
She told me a lie.
I should have known better,
And now I could die!
That mirrored-line lover,
Hurt innocents too.
And I don't wanna be singin',
Those jail-house blues.

And I don't wanna be singin',
Those jail-house blues.

The days come and go and,
They're goin'...

 

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