Sons Of Robert Mitchum Down By Law
Well I’m gonna miss my baby 'cause I couldn't make bail
I don't like the kind of loving that a man can get in
jail I’m down
I'm sure tomorrow morning; I’ll set the world to right
Tell the judge of the occurrences, of a certain Friday
night Now I’m down
Libation was the SOP, you honour, as I recall
John Hennessy, the mule and me, and my baby walking
tall About a 1/4 from the bottom end of the sundial
turning nine A killer looking mother feels he don’t
need to stand in line
Now words they were spoken -you know the kind of stuff
you say As I leaned to touch my baby's face his chin
got in the way
I'm told I leaned over several times, before noticing
he was there But all the lights and noise affect one's
senses to be fair I’m down.
Now the cops they took my wallet and they even took the
mule Some glossies and my fingerprints and a statement
on the duel
I enquired about their vacancies, and the condition of
his jaw They showed me to a single room, said "Son,
you’re Down By Law"
Down by law, down by law, I’m gonna miss your birthday
‘cause I’m down by law Down by law, down by law, I’m
gonna miss Christmas ‘cause I’m down by law I’m down by
law, down by law, gonna miss Easter ‘cause I’m down by
law I’m down by law, down by law, I’m gonna miss you
baby ‘cause I’m down by law
6 months behind the railings I’ve got nothing left to
prove I’ve got the voice of Morgan Freeman narrating
every move
