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Jailhouse Blues
Riding a motorcycle and getting locked up, unsure for what. |
| Coming out of San Diego one summer night The moon was high the wind was right When I saw the man with a big blue light Pull me down at the overpass As his breath showed cold in the dark night I said mister won't you let me put up a fight Whatever I've done I will make it right Was I going to fast He cuffed my hands and read me my news As we drove away I sang outloud the Jailhouse Blues They locked me away in a room with a bed Where time moved slow as a far away jet Seemed like hours before the bailer paid my debt With freedom close I started losing my fear I said now where's the cop that brought me here Pointing and yelling I spoke with a sneer They pointed to the door and looked confused As I walked away I sang outloud the Jailhouse Blues |