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I’m singing the jail house blues,
I’m paying my dues,
I’m in the clinker again.
There’s been many, many years,
And many, many tears,
Too many days I’ve sinned.
When I was just a child,
Mom looked at me and smiled,
And told me she’d never see me again.
My dad was a drunk,
A no good skunk,
He shot himself when I was ten.
I’m singing the jail house blues,
I’m paying my dues,
I’m in the clinker again.
When I turned twenty,
I had a whole lot of plenty,
I’d robbed a whole bunch of banks by then.
Several years later,
I Killed a man in Decatur,
All over a bottle of gin.
About that time,
I committed another crime.
But the police picked up my twin.
I’m singing the jail house blues,
I’m paying my dues,
I’m in the clinker again.
I drank a whole lot of liquor,
A whole lot quicker,
That most all other men.
I’ve met a whole lot of women,
Wooed um with my denim,
Then left um dressed in their skin.
Played a whole lot of poker,
I always had the joker,
But others always took it on the chin.
I’m singing the jail house blues,
I’m paying my dues,
I’m in the clinker again.
Now that I’m older,
My bloods even colder,
I guess that nothings changed within.
But I’m not sad,
Even though I’m bad,
Cause I’ve got a shit eatin grin.
I’ll survive,
I’m not at all deprived,
Cause I got another bottle of gin.
I’m singing the jail house blues,
I’m paying my dues,
I’m in the clinker again.
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G. Doug Soderstrom, Ph.D.
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