Spoken: Hey, mister jailer! Jailhouse burned down! Hey, mister jailer, aw, don't sleep so sound I said, mister jailer, I, I said, don't sleep so sound Jailhouse on fire, and it could all burn on down Because that woman I love, she in that jailhouse now I say, the woman I love, she in the jailhouse now Well please, mister jailer, you got to get her outa there somehow Ooooooooooooo, my woman's in trouble now I said, ooooooo, mama, ah, my brown in trouble now I said, but one of these cool mornin's, I'm gonna get her out of jail When I get my little fair brownskin, I, up the country bound I said, when I get my fair brown, Buddy Boy, I'm goin' up the country bound And then, mister jailer, I, I hope this jailhouse burn down