It was on one Sunday morning, that's when I got carried down
It was on one Sunday morning, that's when I got carried down
The judge say, "I don't know you, look like a strange man in town"
Foolin' 'round with no-good women, that's why I got ten days
Foolin' 'round with no-good women, that's why I got ten days
You know I'm in love with you, mama, big house I sure don't crave
You get the same thing for breakfast three hundred and sixty-five days
You get the same thing for breakfast three hundred and sixty-five days
You know, pretty mama, jailhouse your daddy don't crave
You did not even come to see me, that's what hurts me so
You did not even come to see me, that's what hurts me so
I'd rather take an economist's treatin'
And go back to that big house door
The good Lord was my helper, walkin' these streets once more
The good Lord was my helper, walkin' these streets once more
Because people is glad to see me, I'm never goin' back there no more
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