When I was a rounder
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I stopped in New Orleans
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'Cause I've had long days away from home
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I didn't know nobody that I seen
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I's walkin' along the street one day
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I didn't mean no harm
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The police is up and they seen me
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And they began to make their laws
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Ain't it hard, ain't it hard
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Just lookin' through the bars?
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The police looked an seen me
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And they began to make their laws
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They seen I was a stranger
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They soon got on my trail
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Soon they had me surrounded
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And taked me to the city jail
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Now, ain't it hard, ain't it hard
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Just lookin' through the bars?
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Soon they had me surrounded
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And taked me to the city jail
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When I got in jail, I
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Didn't know what to do
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There was no one I knew
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I could carry my troubles to
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Now, ain't it hard, ain't it hard
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Just lookin' through the bars?
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There was no one I knew
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I could carry my troubles to
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I invited you write my dear old mother
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It made her lonesome and blue
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Tell you needn't no worry
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Mother's comin' after you
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Now ain't it grand, ain't it grand?
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I don't see how she can stand
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She said, 'Son, you needn't t' worry
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Mother's comin' after you'.
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Jail Bird Love Song
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Mississippi Sheiks |