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.