The Jail House Blues - Sam Collins

When I was layin' in jail with my back turned to the wall

When I was layin' in jail with my back turned to the wall

I could’n' lay down and dream, I could hear my good gal squall

Lord, she brought me coffee and she brought me tea

Lord, she brought me coffee and she brought me tea

Fell dead at the door with the jailhouse key

I’m going down to the courthouse, see the judge and Chief Police

Going down to the courthouse, see the judge and Chief Police

My good gal fell dead and I sure can’t see no peace

I’ll tell you what I’ll do, and I, sure God, won’t tell no lie

Tell you what I’ll do, and I, sure God, ain’t gonna lie

I b’lieve I’ll lay down, take morphine and die