When I was lying in jail with my
back turned to the wall
When I was laying in jail with my
back turned to the wall
I could lay down and dream I could
hear my good gal squall

Lord she brought me coffee
and she brought me tea
Lord she brought me coffee
and she brought me tea
Fell dead at the door
with the jailhouse key

I'm going down to the courthouse
see the judge and the chief police
Going down to the courthouse
see the judge and the chief police
My good gal fell dead now and
I sure can't see no peace

I'll tell you what I'll do and I
sure god ain't gonna tell no lie
Tell you what I'll do and I
sure god ain't gonna lie
I believe I'll lay down
take mor-phine and die