I Don’t Mind Bein’ in Jail
I never turn back no more,
Lawd, I never turn back no more,
Every mail day I gets letter from my mother,
Say, “Son, son, come home.”
I been fallin’ ever since Mary was a baby,
An’ now she’s gone.
I’m nine hundred miles from home
An’ I can’t go home this way.
I wish I was a contractor’s son,