Hand Me Down My Walking Cane - Norman Blake

I got high, lord I got in jail

Lord I got high, and I got in jail

I got high and I got in jail, had nobody for to go my bail

My sins, they have overtaken me

Hand me down my wallkin' cane

Lord hand me down my walkin' cane

Hand me down my wallkin' cane

I’m a gonna leave on the morning train

My sins, they have overtaken me

Well, the beans was tough, and the meat was fat

Oh the beans was tough, and the meat was fat

Well the beans was tough, and the meat was fat

Oh good God, I couldn’t eat that

My sins, they have overtaken me

Well it’s come on Ma, and go my bail

Lord come on Mom, and go my bail

Come on Mama and go my bail

Get me outta this Nashville jail

My sins, they have overtaken me

Well if I die in Tennessee

Lord if I die, in Tennessee

Boy if I die in Tennessee

Ship me back by C.O.D.,

My sins, they have overtaken me

So hand me down, my bottle a' corn

Oh hand me down that bottle a' corn

Hand me down my bottle a' corn

Gonna get drunk just sure as you’re born

My sins, they have overtaken me

Hand me down my wallkin' cane

Lord hand me down my walkin' cane

Oh hand me down my wallkin' cane

I’m a gonna leave on the morning train

My sins, they have overtaken me