[4] Way downtown just [1] foolin' around
[5] Took me to the [1] jail
It's [4] oh me and it's [1] oh my
[5] No one to go my [1] bail
It was late last night when Willie came home
I heard him a-rapping on the door
He's a-slippin' and a-slidin' with his new shoes on
Mamma said Willie don't you rap no more
I wish I was over at my sweet Sally's house
Sittin' in that big armed chair
One arm around this old guitar
And the other one around my dear
Now one old shirt is about all that I got
And a dollar is all that I crave
I brought nothing with me into this old world
Ain't a-gonna take nothing to my grave
[4] Way downtown just [1] foolin' around
[5] Took me to the [1] jail
It's [4] oh me and it's [1] oh my
[5] No one to go my [1] bail
It was late last night when Willie came home
I heard him a-rapping on the door
He's a-slippin' and a-slidin' with his new shoes on
Mamma said Willie don't you rap no more
I wish I was over at my sweet Sally's house
Sittin' in that big armed chair
One arm around this old guitar
And the other one around my dear
Now one old shirt is about all that I got
And a dollar is all that I crave
I brought nothing with me into this old world
Ain't a-gonna take nothing to my grave
| Songwriter(s): |
|---|
Traditional |
| Band/Artist: |
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Doc Watson |
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