Pickpocket Blues Bessie Smith
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My best man, my best friend
Told me to stop peddlin' Gin
They even told me to keep my hands
Out 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
Told me to stop peddlin' Gin
They even told me to keep my hands
Out 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
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