Penitentiary Blues Songtext
von David Allan Coe

And I never worked before
′Bout to blow my fuse
Penitentiary blues

They gave me clothes on Tuesday
Like I ain't ever seen before
The kind of rags my momma used
To scrub our kitchen floor
And funny square-toed shoes
Penitentiary blues


All that marijuana
Selling cocaine
Now they′re taking blood tests
From my heroin vein
Oh baby
Things I used to do now
I was born to lose
Penitentiary blues

I miss my main street women
I miss my monkey grady wine
I miss the cats down on the corner
We used to have a swingin' time
Chalkin' up our cues
Penitentiary blues

All that marijuana
Selling cocaine
Now they′re taking blood tests
From my heroin vein
Oh baby
Things I used to do now
I was born to lose
Penitentiary blues