Lyrics I'm Here To Get My Baby Out Of Jail (Live: January, 13, 1968) - Live - Johnny Cash

I'm not in your town to stay
Cried a lady old and grey
To the Warden of the penitentiary
I'm not in your town to stay
I'll soon be on my way
I'm just here to get my baby out of jail
Yes, Warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

Tried to raise my baby right
And I prayed both day and night
That he'd never follow the footsteps of his dad
I had searched both far and wide
I had feared that he had died
When at last I found my baby here in jail
Yes, Warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

I will pawn you my watch
I will pawn you my chain
I will pawn you my golden wedding ring
I will pawn you my cook
Forgot the words to that verse
I hope that will get my baby out of jail
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

(Yeah
Alright Folsum
Thank you very much
I wanna do another song here featuring a harmonica
And then I wanna
Get the stool there and sit down and do some
Slow ballad type songs that
We want to do for this album
And especially for you
What did I do with my list over there
My idiot sheet
Throwed at the floor, didn't I
How you doin', Shirley?)