The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.

The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.

When the jailer, slams the door in your face.



It will be a great day when, someone will come and take my place.

It'll be a great day when, somebody comes to take my place.

Because I'm tired of, the door slammin' in my face.



I wake up every morning, with the risin' sun.

I wake up every morning, with the risin' sun.

Wondering if some no good man, has led my baby wrong.



The jailhouse, is a killin' place.

The jailhouse, is a lonesome place.

The only thing that worries me, I'll be cryin', keep slammin' this door in my face.