Jailhouse Blues
by Amina Claudine Myers
From the album: Salutes Bessie Smith
Track 3 of 6 on Salutes Bessie Smith (1980).
Duration: 6:43
Lyrics for Jailhouse Blues
Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall, to the wall Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall Look out here, Mr. Jail-keeper, put another gal in my stall I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long Well all my friends done shook my hand and gone You better stop your man from a tickling me under my chin, under my chin You better stop your man from a tickling me under my chin 'Cause if he keeps on tickling, I'm sure gonna take him in Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? How do you do? Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? Well, I just come here to have a few words with you You better stop your man from a tickling me under my chin, under my chin You better stop your man from a tickling me under my chin 'Cause if he keeps on tickling, I'm sure gonna take him in Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? How do you do? Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? Well, I just come here to have a few words with you