About Cell Block #9

Well, I used to be an angel I guess my wings got torn I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble Ever since that I've been born Ever since that I've been born And I used to have a best friend A girl for to be my bride I had everything that a man could want I believed, I was satisfied I believed, I was satisfied But as I come home one evening The moon was hanging high I felt something wrong, something must be going on And a black cat passed me by, yeah A black cat passed me by I peeked on through my keyhole Now tell me what did I see? I saw my gal and my best friend In a bed that belonged to me, oh A bed that belonged to me So I went and grabbed my shotgun You know how the story goes Gonna find me on a chain, digging ditches in the rain I'll be wearing them county clothes, Lord I'll be wearing them county clothes Well, the jury found me guilty I heard that gavel sound And the only friend who would have thrown my bail Was six feet underground I fill six feet underground Oh Lord, I'm feeling lowdown And nothing to call mine Gonna spend my days, wasting all away In cell block #9, oh A cell block #9, alright