(Lord, this house is gonna get raided — yes sir.)

Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall
turned
to the wall
Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall
Look here Mr. Jail Keeper
put another gal in my stall

I don't mind being in jail
but I got to stay there so long
so long
I don't mind being in jail
but I got to stay there so long
so long

When every friend I had
is done shook hands
and gone

You better stop your man
from tickling me under my chin
under my chin
You better stop your man
from tickling me under my chin
'Cause if he keeps on tickling
I'm sure gonna
take him on in

Good morning, blues
blues, how do you do
how
do you do
Good morning, blues
blues, how do you do
Well I just come here
to have a few
words with you