(Mississippi) County Farm Blues

Wish I was a babe in my mama's arms
 Wish I was a babe in my mama's arms
 Wish I was a baby in my mama's arms
 Wouldn't-a been here working on the County Farm
 I'd rather be broke and out of doors
 I'd rather be broke and out of doors
 I'd rather be broke, Lord, and out of doors
 Than to be here working on the police roll
 Some got six months and some a year
 Some got six months and some a year
 Some got six months, lord, and some a year
 Poor me, poor me got lifetime here
 They put me in jail, wouldn't let me be
 They put me in jail, wouldn't let me be
 Put me in jail, would not let me be
 They said I killed old Leroy Lee
 Yeah, Lord, oh Lordy Lord
 Oh Lord, oh Lord, Lordy Lord
 Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lordy Lord
 The gal I love treat me like a dog
 And I hate to hear that big bell dong
 I hate to hear that big bell dong
 I hate to hear, Lord, that big bell dong
 'Poor boy, poor boy, you're going on