Prison Cell Blues

Getting tired of sleeping in this: :low down lonesome cE-Ell
Lord I wouldn't of been here if it: :hadn't of been for Nell

Lay awake at night and: :just can't eat a bI-Ite
Used to be my rider but she: :just won't treat me right

Got a red-eyed captain: :and a squabbling bO-Oss
Got a mad-dog sergeant: :honey, and he won't knock off

I'm getting tired of sleeping in this: :low down lonesome cE-Ell
Lord I wouldn't of been here if it: :hadn't of been for Nell

I asked the gov'ment to knock: :some days off my tI-Ime
Well the way I'm treated I'm: :'bout to lose my mind

I wrote to the governor: :to please turn me a-lOO-OOse
Since I didn't get no answer: :I know it ain't no use

I'm getting tired of sleeping in this: :low down lonesome cE-Ell
Lord I wouldn't of been here if it: :hadn't of been for Nell

I hate to turn over and: :find my rider gO-One
Walks across the floor: :lordy how I moan

Lord I wouldn't of been here if it: :hadn't of been for NE-Ell
I'm getting tired of sleeping in this: :low down lonesome cell
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