Johnny Winter - Sitting In The Jail House
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JOHNNY WINTER


Sitting In The Jail House Lyrics

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

[Instrumental]

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

[Instrumental]

Hippity ya ya
Hippity ya ya yeah
Hippity ya ya
Hippity ya ya yeah

Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh...

[Instrumental]

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...)

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