Ball and Chain Blues

歌詞

I laid in jail, back turned to the wall I laid in jail, back turned to the wall Says, a Georgia woman was the cause of it all They arrested me, carried me 'fore the judge They arrested me, they carried me 'fore the judge Said, the judge wouldn't allow me to say a mumbling word I asked the judge, "What might be my fine?" I asked the judge, "What might be my fine?" Said, "A pick and shovel, deep down in the mine" I told the judge, "I ain't been here before" I told the judge, "Ain't been here before" "If you give me light sentence, I won't come here no more" "Mr. Judge, Mr. Judge, please don't break so hard" "Mr. Judge, Mr. Judge, please don't break so hard" I've always been a poor boy, never had no job And the next day, carried the poor boy away The next day, they carried that poor boy away Say, the next day, I laid in ball and chains Take these stripes off my back, chains from 'round my leg Stripes off my back, chains from 'round my leg This ball and chain about to kill me dead