Pickpocket Blues

Lyrics

My best man, my best friend
 Told me to stop peddlin' gin
 They even told me to keep my hands
 Out of people's pocket where their money was in
 But I wouldn't listen or have any shame
 Long as someone else would take the blame
 Now I can see it all come home to me
 I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now
 I mean, I'm in the jailhouse now
 I done stop runnin' around with this one
 And these good lookin' browns
 Any time you see me, I was good time bound
 With this one, that one, most all in town
 I'm in the jailhouse now
 I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now
 I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now
 I mean, I'm in the jailhouse now
 I done stop runnin' around
 With all of my good lookin' browns
 Any time you see me, I was good time bound
 With this one, that one, most all in town
 I'm in the jailhouse now
 I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:41
Key
5
Tempo
79 BPM

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