Come all you people, I'll tell you a tale
How they feed in th Fort Smith jail
An' its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
For supper they give you a piece of twice twine
Tell you it'll do till th day, fine
An' its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
For breakfast they'll give you cold biscuits an' tea
A cup of black coffee an' a piece of fat meat
Its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
O prisoner, O prisoner, O tell me what you know
An over th road I'll be wantin' t' go
Its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
O jailer, O jailer, you know mighty well
Before I give over, I'll see you in Hell
Well its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
O jailer, O jailer, O lend me your knife
These dirty bedbugs, they threaten my life
An' its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
Their dirty red rugs, eat up with th dirty bedbugs
Hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
Their, nits an' their lice, their flying to th jiest
They won't come down for th six-bit price
An' its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
How they feed in th Fort Smith jail
An' its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
For supper they give you a piece of twice twine
Tell you it'll do till th day, fine
An' its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
For breakfast they'll give you cold biscuits an' tea
A cup of black coffee an' a piece of fat meat
Its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
O prisoner, O prisoner, O tell me what you know
An over th road I'll be wantin' t' go
Its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
O jailer, O jailer, you know mighty well
Before I give over, I'll see you in Hell
Well its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
O jailer, O jailer, O lend me your knife
These dirty bedbugs, they threaten my life
An' its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
Their dirty red rugs, eat up with th dirty bedbugs
Hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
Their, nits an' their lice, their flying to th jiest
They won't come down for th six-bit price
An' its hard times, poor boy
It's hard times in th Fort Smith jail
It's hard times, poor boy
Contributed by Pluck - 2024/3/10 - 21:07
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Fort Smith Jail
Cat. #1388 (MFH #254) - As sung by Joan O'Bryant, Wichita, Kansas