CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ball And Chain Blues
I laid in jail, back turned to the wall
I laid in jail, back turned to the wall
There's a Georgia woman was the cause of it all
I know there was a Georgia woman!
They 'rested me, carried me 'fore the judge
They 'rested me, they carried me 'fore the judge
Said the judge wouldn't 'low me to say a mumbling word
That's right! I know they give you a long time too!
I asked the judge what might be my fine (rake or pick)
I asked the judge what might be my fine (that cycle [?])
Said, 'a pick and shovel, deep down in the mine'
Well I told the judge I ain't been here before (well you told him a lie, you know it)
I told the judge I ain't been here before (you can't fool him! you can't fool him)
If you give me light sentence, I won't come here no more
Mister judge, mister judge, please don't break so hard
Mister judge, mister judge, please don't break so hard
I've always been a poor boy; never had no job
That's all I ever called you: poor boy!
The next day, they carried this poor boy away
The next day, they carried this poor boy away
Said the next day, I laid in ball and chain
They put stripes on my back, chain found 'round my leg
Stripes on my back, chain found 'round my leg
This ball and chain 'bout to kill me dead!
I laid in jail, back turned to the wall
There's a Georgia woman was the cause of it all
I know there was a Georgia woman!
They 'rested me, carried me 'fore the judge
They 'rested me, they carried me 'fore the judge
Said the judge wouldn't 'low me to say a mumbling word
That's right! I know they give you a long time too!
I asked the judge what might be my fine (rake or pick)
I asked the judge what might be my fine (that cycle [?])
Said, 'a pick and shovel, deep down in the mine'
Well I told the judge I ain't been here before (well you told him a lie, you know it)
I told the judge I ain't been here before (you can't fool him! you can't fool him)
If you give me light sentence, I won't come here no more
Mister judge, mister judge, please don't break so hard
Mister judge, mister judge, please don't break so hard
I've always been a poor boy; never had no job
That's all I ever called you: poor boy!
The next day, they carried this poor boy away
The next day, they carried this poor boy away
Said the next day, I laid in ball and chain
They put stripes on my back, chain found 'round my leg
Stripes on my back, chain found 'round my leg
This ball and chain 'bout to kill me dead!
