Washington Jail (1961) - Jackson C. Frank

I love little Willie, little Willie’s my dear

If you’d a think I don’t love her

You got a foolish idea

Sittin' in the jail house

My back ‘gainst the wall

Old corn liquor was the cause of it all

The judge said ‘stand up, George'

Dry all your tears

You’re sentenced to Raleigh for 22 years

22 years Willie, 22 years

I’m sentenced to Raleigh for 22 years

Write me a letter, back it by mail

Post it in care of the Washington Jail

The train has come up and now it is gone

Taking you away, Lord, just leaving this song