De paper comed out and strowed de news,
Das why I say I’s got de cell-bound blues.
[39] Cf. phonograph record, Cell Bound Blues.
I Went to de Jail House
O Lawd, Lawd, good Lawd, Lawd,
I went to de jail house, fell down on my knees.
I ask that jailer, “Captain, give me back my gal.”
Jailer told me, “Sorry, brother, she said her las’ goodbye.”
Lawd, I went to judge to ask for a fine.
Judge say, Lawd, he ain’t got no time.