Sitting In The Jailhouse

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
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 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
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 Hippity ya ya
 Hippity ya ya yeah
 Hippity ya ya
 Hippity ya ya yeah
 Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh...
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 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
 (Oh oh oh oh...)