Cryderville* Jail, ain't no jail at all,
The lice in that jail are chewin' the wall.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
There's a big bull ring in the middle of the floor,
And a damned old jailer to open the door.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Your pockets he'll pick, and your clothes he will sell,
Your hands he will handcuff, oh damn him to hell.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Our bed it is made of old rotten rugs,
And when we lay down we are covered with bugs.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
The bugs they swear if we don't give bail,
We are bound to get lousy in Cryderville Jail.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
I wrote to my mother to send me a knife,
The lice and the chinches have threatened my life.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
And here's to the lawyer, he'll come to your cell,
And swear he will clear you in spite of all Hell.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
He'll get all of your money before he will rest,
Then he'll say, "Plead guilty, I think it the best."
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Old Judge Simpson will read you the law,
The damndest fool judge that you ever saw.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
And there sits the jury, a devil of a crew,
They'll look a poor pris'ner clean through and through.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
And here's to the sheriff, I like to forgot,
The darndest old rascal we have in the lot.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Your privileges he will take, your clothes he will sell,
Get drunk on your money, oh damn him to hell.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
And now I have come to the end of my song,
I'll leave it to the boys as I go along.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Yes it's hard times in the Cryderville jail,
It's hard times poor boy.
The lice in that jail are chewin' the wall.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
There's a big bull ring in the middle of the floor,
And a damned old jailer to open the door.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Your pockets he'll pick, and your clothes he will sell,
Your hands he will handcuff, oh damn him to hell.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Our bed it is made of old rotten rugs,
And when we lay down we are covered with bugs.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
The bugs they swear if we don't give bail,
We are bound to get lousy in Cryderville Jail.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
I wrote to my mother to send me a knife,
The lice and the chinches have threatened my life.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
And here's to the lawyer, he'll come to your cell,
And swear he will clear you in spite of all Hell.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
He'll get all of your money before he will rest,
Then he'll say, "Plead guilty, I think it the best."
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Old Judge Simpson will read you the law,
The damndest fool judge that you ever saw.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
And there sits the jury, a devil of a crew,
They'll look a poor pris'ner clean through and through.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
And here's to the sheriff, I like to forgot,
The darndest old rascal we have in the lot.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Your privileges he will take, your clothes he will sell,
Get drunk on your money, oh damn him to hell.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
And now I have come to the end of my song,
I'll leave it to the boys as I go along.
It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.
Yes it's hard times in the Cryderville jail,
It's hard times poor boy.
* Cridersville è un villaggio degli Stati Uniti d'America, situato nello stato dell'Ohio, nella contea di Auglaize.
envoyé par Pluck - 2/8/2024 - 19:47
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As performed by Cisco Houston ( 1918 – 1961 )
Appears on: LP The Asch Recordings, 1939 to 1945 - Vol. 2
A fine performance that sounds as if it is based on intimate knowledge. The downtrodden get an even shorter end of the stick, with the corrupt lawmen taking advantage.