Washington Jail (1961)

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