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Prison Cell Blues

Blind Lemon Jefferson
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Blind Lemon Jefferson


Gettin' tired of sleepin' in this lowdown lonesome cell.
Lord, I wouldn't have been here if it hadn't have been for Nell.

Lay awake at night and just can't eat a bite.
Used to be my rider but she just won't treat me right.

Got a red-eyed captain and a squabblin' boss.
Got a mad-dog sergeant and, honey, and he won't knock off.

I'm gettin' tired of sleepin' in this lowdown lonesome cell.
Lord, I wouldn't have been here if it hadn't have been for Nell.

I asked the government to knock some days off my time.
By the way I'm treated I'm 'bout to lose my mind.

I wrote to the governor to please turn me a-loose.
Since I didn't get no answer I know it t'ain't no use.

I'm gettin' tired of sleepin' in this lowdown lonesome cell.
Lord, I wouldn't have been here if it hadn't have been for Nell.

I hate to turn over and find my rider gone.
Walked across my floor, lordy, how I moaned.

Well, I wouldn't have been here if it hadn't have been for Nell.
I'm gettin' tired of sleepin' in this lowdown lonesome cell.‎



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