Sam Collins The Jail House Blues
When I was lying in jail : with my back turned to the
wall
I could lay down and dream : I could hear my good gal
squall
Lord she brought me coffee : and she brought me tea
Fell dead on the floor : with the jailhouse key
I'm going down to the courthouse : see the judge and the
chief police
My good gal fell dead : now I sure can't see no peace
I'll tell you what I'll do : and I sure God ain't going
to tell no lie
I believe I'll lay down : take morphine and die
