Unhappy Blues

I can't be contained, oh no, where I be

I can't be contained, oh no, where I be

No place I go to seem like home to me

Everybody seem welcome here in this place but me

Everybody seem welcome here in this place but me

Bad whiskey and women caused me can't see no peace

I have laid in jail with my face turned to the wall

I have laid in jail with my face turned to the wall

It was doctor, the lawyer says, "Son, you's a cause not at all"

Now the day is growin' older, oh, the night's growin' yell

Now the day is growin' older, oh, the night's growin' yell

And some got sick, son, oh, I've got a yell

Oh, step on it

And the days have passed over that I wished I was dead and gone

And the days have passed over that I wished I was dead and gone

For I'm so unhappy out here on the county farm