Down in the Alabama jailhouse,
as lonesome as I can be,
Well, nothin' but the blues all around me
to keep me company.
Time on my hands and I'm a -waitin',
I'm walkin' up and down the floor,
But if I ever get out
of this Alabama jail
Well, I'm never comin' back no more
Cause I started into
drinkin' and gamblin'
I knew at that time what was wrong
But I thought that I could win
a lot of money
Have a lot of wine and women and song
But I lost all my money
Went out on a drinkin' spree
Somebody shot down that gambling man
A woman laid the blame on me
He ain't policeman,
he come along and he got me
He locked me in his cold, cold cell
With a million bars all around me
Nobody to go my bail
While I'm waiting for the
judge and that jury
I don't know what the verdict's gonna be
But if I ever get out of this
Alabama jail
They're gonna see the last of me
Well, I'm a -sittin' in this
Alabama jailhouse
Well, I'm so lonesome that I could die
Because they clipped my wings,
they put me in this cage
Well, I'm the kind of bird that don't fly
Well, I'm a -waitin'
for the judge and that jury
I don't know what the
verdict's gonna be,
but if I ever get out of this
Alabama jail,
they're gonna see the last of me.
They're gonna see the last of me.