sitting in the jail house

sitting in the jail house

talking to mean old man dave

hey

mr. watt

do i get my touch

i've got my life on the stake

i'll see through the bars

they'll hang me here because

even the preacher's coming my way

my trouble started 'cause she was making eyes at me

she had one-man hips

silken hair and tender lips

she was tall and she seemed free

then in a flash

i was in a clash

i went and killed some woman's man

hippity ya ya

hippity ya ya yeah

hippity ya ya

hippity ya ya yeah

oh oh

oh oh oh

oh oh oh oh oh. sitting in the jail house

talking with the mean old flicker dave

hey

mr. watt

do i get my touch

i've got my life on the stake

well

i see through your eyes

it comes as no surprise

no mercy

i will die today

oh oh

oh

oh oh oh

oh