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Now, the prison gate have opened, for me at last
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Be more careful in the future, than I have been in the past
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Know the life of a racketeer1, know the life of a crook
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Know the life of a no-good woman, like a line from a book
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Now, jailhouse got me, put down here without a friend
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Well, now, I'm free at last, won't ever let them take me again
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Had a girl one time, wouldn't work or steal
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Broad came right out 'a Mississippi cotton field
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She wouldn't steal, on the verge of a doubt
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But she get you busted, wouldn't get you out
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Now, jailhouse got me, put down here without a friend
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Well, now, I'm free at last, won't ever let them take me again
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Come down to your jail, think you all rich
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Not to go to your bail, see how much time you gone get
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When the judge sentence you, mighty near a smile
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Know you'll be gone, for a long, long while
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Now, jailhouse got me, put down here without a friend
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Well, now, I'm free at last, won't ever let them take me again
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After you up the river, 'bout a month or more
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You receive a letter from that gal you used to know
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'Bout three feet wide, nine page long
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Whole lotta talk 'bout what's goin' on
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Now, jailhouse got me, put down here without a friend
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Well, now, I'm free at last, won't ever let them take me again
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The letter said, "Daddy, things out here have gotten mighty tight
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Had to rob two guys, before I could eat last night
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Meant to send you some money, but to my suprise
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I'd already sealed your letter, and the gum 'a had dried"
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Now, jailhouse got me, put down here without a friend
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Well, now, I'm free at last, won't ever let them take me again
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Jailhouse Blues
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Sonny Terry |