Jailhouse Blues Songtext
von Amina Claudine Myers

Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall, to the wall
Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall
Look out here, Mr. Jail-keeper, put another gal in my stall

I don′t mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
I don′t mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
Well all my friends done shook my hand and gone

You better stop your man from a tickling me under my chin, under my chin
You better stop your man from a tickling me under my chin
'Cause if he keeps on tickling, I′m sure gonna take him in


Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do?
How do you do?
Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do?
Well, I just come here to have a few words with you

You better stop your man from a tickling me under my chin, under my chin
You better stop your man from a tickling me under my chin
′Cause if he keeps on tickling, I'm sure gonna take him in

Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do?
How do you do?
Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do?
Well, I just come here to have a few words with you