Jail-House Blues

Lord, this house is gonna get raided

Yes sir!

Thirty days in jail

With my back turned to the wall

Turned to the wall

Thirty days in jail

With my back turned to the wall

Look here, Mister Jail-keeper, put another gal in my stall

I don't mind bein' in jail

But I got to stay there so long

So long

I don't mind bein' in jail

But I got to stay there so long

So long

When every friend I had has done shook hands and gone

You better stop your man

From ticklin' me under my chin

Under my chin

You better stop your man

From ticklin' me under my chin

'Cause if he keeps on ticklin', I'm sure gonna take him on in

Good mornin', blues

Blues, how do you do?

How do you do?

Good mornin', blues

Blues, how do you do?

Well, I just come here to have a few words with you