Jailhouse Blues

Well, here I stand in the jailhouse
Here for something I didn't do
Yes, here I stand in the jailhouse
Here for something I didn't do
Yes, they brought the whole gang down
Brought me down here with them too

Well, they won't let me use that telephone
Won't even let me explain
Yes, they won't let me use the telephone
Won't even let me explain
Yes, I wasn't shooting dice
Just standing 'round looking at the game

Now looka here, Mr. Jailor
I'm a married man
I got a wife and child home
Sick in bed, mm-hmm
I ain't got no money for the doctor
No food in the house
Not even a piece of bread
And I wasn't shootin' dice
Just standing 'round lookin' at the game
I was only hanging 'round, Mr. Jailor
Trying to make a touch
From the man who won from the game

"Alright, Brown," say the jailor
"I believe your story's true
I'm gonna speak with the desk sergeant, son
Maybe there's something he can do"
I said, "Please help me, jailor
'Cause there's truth in everything I say"
Yes, just have the judge set me free
And I'll never, never come back this way