Goin' to the work house, my heart's
filled with grief and strife,
Goin' to the work house, my heart's
filled with grief and strife,
Goin' to the penitentiary; judge,
he sentenced me for life.
Good-bye, everybody, here's the
jailor with the key,
Good-bye, everybody, here's the
jailor with the key,
Farewell to my freedom; ain't no
use to pity me.
Gonna get my number, four-eleven-forty-four,
Gonna get my number, four-eleven-forty-four,
Soon I'll be an inmate, with the
steel upon my door.
Killed my triflin' papa, folks,
I done commit a crime,
Killed my triflin' papa, folks,
I done commit a crime,
Nothing will release me, nothing
but old father time.
Published 6/3/00.
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