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The Jail House Blues

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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

BLUES LYRICS (LETRAS DE BLUES)