Текст песни

Looking out the window watching the street

The jailhouse floor it hurts my feet

I got them lonesome jailhouse blues

I can see my friends all a-passin' by

They could get me out if they would try

I got them lonesome jailhouse blues

I got the lonesome jailhouse blues, oh Lord

I got the lonesome jailhouse blues

I can see my friends all a-passin' by

They could get me out if they would try

I got them lonesome jailhouse blues

My good gal don't love me no more

She laughed when they slammed this jailhouse door

I got them lonesome jailhouse blues

That old judge gave me six months time

Lord, he put me here because I didn't have a dime

I got them lonesome jailhouse blues

I got the lonesome jailhouse blues, oh Lord

I got the lonesome jailhouse blues

That old judge gave me six months time

Lord, he put me here because I didn't have a dime

I got them lonesome jailhouse blues

I got the lonesome jailhouse blues, Lord, Lord

I got the lonesome jailhouse blues

That old judge gave me six months time

Lord, he put me here because I didn't have a dime

I got them lonesome jailhouse blues

Авторы: John Adam Estes Copyright: Songs Of Universal Inc., Music Corp. Of America, Inc.

Альбом Sittin' Here Pickin' the Blues

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