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they sing bleak jailbird songs of stress-filled strife
can't never press her so tight no more she done left me rot in hell with them men behind prison bars hemmed in, what for? they took my freedom to love you like good walls answer shit, few felt how I should my buddy he says he killed a guy cold blooded like, his eyes are twinklin' mean his arms are strong, they keep me pinned down tight at night his sinful lust makes us scream the nighttime gets lonesome, your soft breath lost now whisky's death, I sure feel its cost we play the game, sometimes his lips are sweet men don't bother his star boy no more he smiles when I pluck my guitar and sing a tune of far'way love's broken door they took my freedom to hold you so dear someone's new, though he just wants me near in this hateful place I've come to know peace no questions asked, stow away my life behind bars of lust, I'm mighty strong now singin' sad songs 'bout losin' my wife daylight is lonesome, there's crosses on walls I'm countin' each dawn, till my time falls I sing bleak jailbird songs of stress-filled strife some day I'll press her so tight once more she done left me rot in hell with this guy prison bars done twist my heart, what for? jailhouse blues elaborate Toddaid form [2007.18.1…d]
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