Lonesome Jail Blues

The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.
The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.
When the jailer, slams the door in your face.
It will be a great day when, someone will come and take my place.
It’ll be a great day when, somebody comes to take my place.
Because I’m tired of, the door slammin' in my face.
I wake up every morning, with the risin' sun.
I wake up every morning, with the risin' sun.
Wondering if some no good man, has led my baby wrong.
The jailhouse, is a killin' place.
The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.
The only thing that worries me, I’ll be cryin', keep slammin' this door in my
face.