Lyrics Eleven Twenty-Nine Blues - Scrapper Blackwell , Leroy Carr

She ain't good‑looking but the good gal do go clean
She ain't good‑looking but the good gal do go clean
And I'm crazy about my baby though she is so mean

My gal got arrested and they put her in the county jail
My gal got arrested and they put her in the county jail
They fined her eleven twenty‑nine and they even allowed her no bail

Now I'm going to see that judge and talk to him myself
Now I'm going to see that judge and talk to him myself
Tell him that he sent my gal to the county road and left me by myself

Now I never felt so sorry till the people walked down the lane
Now I never felt so sorry till the people walked down the lane
And my heart struck sorrow when he called my good gal's name

And I heard the jailor say hello prisoners all fall in line
And I heard the jailor say hello prisoners all fall in line
I'm also talking about that long‑chain woman that got eleven twenty‑nine

I've got the blues so bad that I just can't rest
I've got the blues so bad that I just can't rest
I'm going to ask that jailor can I do my good gal's time myself?