Jailhouse Blues in the Carolinas

Came down from Kentucky in my old pickup truck. Gambling, wine,

and women, well I almost got stuck. Rolling through those Carolinas,

I plum ran out of luck. When I got myself busted for some of

that funny green stuff. Now I'm sitting in jail and I can't post

bail cause the judge is gone fishing for a week. I can't go

on no more. I'm feeling kind of poor. But I gotta see my honey

cause she owes me some money and a real good time.