Funny Paper Smith County Jail Blues Lyrics

Here I am judge this morning : and here is my forty‑five
I shot my woman on the corner : and I don't know whether
she's dead or alive

Judge don't ask me no questions : about how our trouble
began
Just have it printed in your paper : a little trouble
between women and men
Mmm : oh Lord I heard that old judge say ninety‑nine
And it's one thing I wished I had this morning : that's
that forty‑five of mine

I'm going to lay down in jail : like I used to lie down
in Calumet
May be a good luck to you : because I haven't forgot you
yet