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he got in a great big fight And then a big policeman came And slapped him down He's in the jailhouse now (He's in the jailhouse now) He's in
he got in a great big fight And then a big policeman came And slapped him down He's in the jailhouse now (He's in the jailhouse now) He's in
started a great big fight Then a big policeman came and snapped him down He's in the jailhouse now, he's in the jailhouse now I told him once or twice
them down by the railroad track Stealin' a train to haul it back They're in the jailhouse now
them down by the railroad track Stealin' a train to haul it back They're in the jailhouse now
Lying Jim, Lying Jim, one of our local brothers Hey there Lying Jim, come on tell us another Now ole Lying Jim got caught one time a stealin'
about simple everyday things And now she said, please God, make him think I'm still pretty The door opened and Jim stepped in He looked very thin and he
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse) When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out) Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks Old Jim Jones and Tommy T Were lovers
hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
and black Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink And the hangin' judge was sober,
and washed up guys get patterned .44 long, .32s and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting,
Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back And Rosemary on the gallows she didn't even blink The hangin' judge was sober he hadn't had a drink
like a girl but he talked like a guy He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes And everybody in that place looked just about like him I said Jim this
like a girl but he talked like a guy He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes And everybody in that place looked just about like him I said Jim this
somebody tell a nigga on that Henn', you need to chill out (chill out) My house used to be a home, now it feel a like a jailhouse (yea) Stayin inside was
behind me in a mole grey van Catch me if you can Go turn on your blue lights (So pretty) You know you want to I just flew by I can see you feel it now
Rock of ages cleft for me Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns Well ol' Johnny might just be singin'
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
"I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf" But then the crowd
muh'fucker at Everywhere we have on repeat The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street Part of there where dude by the Duvall Man the fuck up, perservere
and they lost the key I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now I'd be on album three I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh They wont let me go oh oh oh I thought it was
athletes could cover debts But they used fakes names to get by the rules Can't be an amateur if your money's in the books A shady game that Jim Thorpe played
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