Big Rock Jail

The
high sheriff been here
got my girl and gone
The high sheriff been here
got my girl and gone
I say, left me moaning
yes, I'm all alone

Well listen mister
what
have my baby done
Well listen mister
what
have my baby done
I just wanna know
if she
done any body wrong

He took her on down
to that Big Rock Jail
He took her on down
to that Big Rock Jail
And that brown was so evil
nobody would go her bail

Now tell me who took her
gun and
hit her razor hand
You took her gun
hit her razor hand
And you went wrong 'cause she ain't
never harmed a man

My baby in jail and
I can't get no sleep
I say my baby in jail and
I can't get no sleep
I don't get nothing but the
mean old high sheriff
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