paroles de chanson Cook County Blues - Charlie Musselwhite

Cook County Blues performed by Charlie Musselwhite
From the album The Well

We were talking about nothing, we were shooting the breeze
When here come the Chicago police
They didn't like me living this side of town
I was getting' the feeling I was jailhouse bound
Well the cop he asked me, "Boy what do you mean?"
"Got your feet on this bench, supposed to keep it clean."
"You should have minded your business, should have stayed at home
'Stead you're on the street where you don't belong."

Sometimes there's no justice, and sometimes there's no truth
Thirty days in Cook County, that's the Cook County Blues

Sprayed down with a hose, couldn't make one phone call
But before the judge I stood long and tall
But the cop he lied, told the judge a tale
That the judge believed, couldn't pay my bail

Sometimes there's no justice, and sometimes there's no truth
Thirty days in Cook County, that's the Cook County Blues

Well now, that's Chicago, what can I say?
Any time they want to they can take you away
You won't get no phone call, you can't get no bail
They'll make up a reason to put you back in jail

Sometimes there's no justice, and sometimes there's no truth
Thirty days in Cook County, that's the Cook County Blues

Sometimes there's no justice, and sometimes there's no truth
Thirty days in Cook County, that's the Cook County Blues

Hey Turnkey, when do I get my phone call, man?
He Turnkey, Turnkey. And I know you hear me, Turnkey
Well, if I can't make a phone call
Bring me another bologna sandwich on that stale bread
Hey, Turnkey, come on man, I don't need thirty days in here
Turnkey!