Penitentiary Bound Blues Lyrics
Penitentiary Bound Blues - Sylvester Weaver
Thought I was goin' to the workhouse my heart was filled with strife
Thought I was goin' to the workhouse my heart was filled with strife
But I'm goin' to the penitentiary judge sentenced me for life
There'll be rock walls around me burnin' land below
There'll be rock walls around me burnin' land below
There forever got no other place to go
Goodbye here's the jailer with the key
Goodbye here's the jailer with the key
Farewell to freedom tain't no use to pity me
Gonna get my number four-eleven forty-four
Gonna get my number four-eleven forty-four
Soon be an inmate steel upon my door
Killed my triflin' woman folks I done commit a crime
Killed my triflin' woman folks I done commit a crime
Nothin' will release me but old father time