Penitentiary Blues David Allan Coe
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And I never worked before
'Bout to blow my fuse
Penitentiary blues
They gave me clothes on Tuesday
Like I ain't ever seen before
The kind of rags my momma used
To scrub our kitchen floor
And funny square-toed shoes
Penitentiary blues
All that marijuana
Selling cocaine
Now they're taking blood tests
From my heroin vein
Oh baby
Things I used to do now
I was born to lose
Penitentiary blues
I miss my main street women
I miss my monkey grady wine
I miss the cats down on the corner
We used to have a swingin' time
Chalkin' up our cues
Penitentiary blues
'Bout to blow my fuse
Penitentiary blues
They gave me clothes on Tuesday
Like I ain't ever seen before
The kind of rags my momma used
To scrub our kitchen floor
And funny square-toed shoes
Penitentiary blues
All that marijuana
Selling cocaine
Now they're taking blood tests
From my heroin vein
Oh baby
Things I used to do now
I was born to lose
Penitentiary blues
I miss my main street women
I miss my monkey grady wine
I miss the cats down on the corner
We used to have a swingin' time
Chalkin' up our cues
Penitentiary blues
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