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Lonesome Jailhouse Blues

Barbara Dane
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Barbara Dane


All night long I sat in my cell and cried
All night long I sat in my cell and cried
'Cause this old jail got lonesome,
And I can't be satisfied.

I tried to eat my breakfast, but I couldn’t for shedding tears.
I tried to eat my breakfast, but I couldn’t for shedding tears.
It almost breaks my heart
Just to think of these five long years.

Oh lordy, lord, what am I gonna do?
Oh lordy, lord, what am I gonna do?
I have walked this old jail cell
'Til I have worn out all my shoes.

I wouldn't treat a dog like some people are treating me.
I wouldn't treat a dog like some people are treating me.
They treat me like some animal
That they can’t even see.

Well I don ’t know Alabama, 'cause Alabama's not my home,
Well I don ’t know Alabama, 'cause Alabama's not my home,
But ever since I been here,
I'm sorry for the day I was born.

Well I'm singing this song 'cause I want everyone to know
How one poor boy feels
Who has been held down so low.



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