Replies to post #6498 on The Jailhouse (JAIL)

[AKvetch]

Jailhouse Blues
Buck Cash

I tell you, I've suffered,
From trouble in pride.
I swear that I'm hurtin';
Can feel it inside.
I'm lookin' for lawyers.
What else can I do?
'Cause I don't wanna be singin'
Those jail-house blues.

The days come and go and,
They're goin' too fast.
My court date's approachin',
And then it's my ass!
I didn't do nothin'!
I swear that it's true.
And I don't wanna be singin',
Those jail-house blues.

The day that we married,
She told me a lie.
I should have known better,
And now I could die!
That mirrored-line lover,
Hurt innocents too.
And I don't wanna be singin',
Those jail-house blues.

And I don't wanna be singin',
Those jail-house blues.

The days come and go and,
They're goin'...

[Koikaze]

Oh, Mannnnn (or Womannnn, as the case may be). The only thing I can do in French is kiss, and I don't get much o'that, either, anymore.

Fred

p.s. There is no prohibition against passing secret messages in any ol' language that rolls off your tongue.