Songtext von Viola Lee Blues

The judge he pleaded, clerk he wrote it, clerk he wrote it down, indeedy The judge he pleaded, the clerk he wrote it down If you miss jail [sinner/sentence] you must be Nashville bound Some got six months, some got one solid, some got one solid year indeed, lord Some got six months, some got one solid year But me and my buddy, oh, got lifetime here Fix my supper, mama, let me go to, let me go to bed indeed, lord Fix my supper, let me go to bed I been drinkin’ white lightnin’ It’s goin’ to my head