When I was lying in jail with my back turned to the wall

When I was lying in jail with my back turned to the wall

I could lay down and dream I could hear my good gal squall

Lord she brought me coffee and she brought me tea

Lord she brought me coffee and she brought me tea

Fell dead on the floor with the jailhouse key

I'm going down to the courthouse see the judge and the chief police

I'm going down to the courthouse see the judge and the chief police

My good gal fell dead now I sure can't see no peace

I'll tell you what I'll do

And I sure god ain't going to tell no lie

I'll tell you what I'll do

And I sure god ain't going to tell no lie

I believe I'll lay down take morphine and die