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“I'm looking for a song that goes like this.”
…no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' 'bout a half past nine I spied…
Cocaine Blues
by Johnny Cash
At Folsom Prison (1968), Silver (1979), The Complete Columbia Album Collection (2012)
…no friend for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming…
Cocaine Blues
by Joaquin Phoenix & Reese Witherspoon
Walk The Line (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (2005)
…no friend for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied…
Cocaine Blues
by George Thorogood & The Destroyers
Move It On Over (2003), Live At Montreux 2013 (Live At Auditorium Stravinski, Montreux, Switzerland/2013) (2013)
…no friend who'd go my bail They stuck my dried-up carcass in that Missouri jail Early next mornin', 'round half past nine I saw…
Talking Fishing Blues
by Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie (1965), The Asch Recordings, Vol. 1-4 (1999), This Land is Your Land: The Asch Recordings, Vol. 1 (1997)
…' and floppin' Sold him for a quarter Shot craps, got in jail Early one mornin', I took me a notion To go out…
Cocaine Blues
by Dave Van Ronk
Folksinger (1962), Inside Dave Van Ronk (1989), Live In Monterey (2013)
…no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied…
…no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming…
I woke up downtown in jail again this mornin' They say I went half crazy with the booze Then they hit me one more time…
…' an' floppin', sold him for a quarter Got drunk, shot craps, got in jail Early one mornin' I took me a notion To go out fishin…
…no friends to put my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' 'bout a half past 9 I spied…
…no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied…
…and it's long) long as the rope that waits for me. High as the gallows. They'll hang me for your sins, my Hannah Lee. Down at the jail…
…on hangin' mornin', I heard you tell them you had lied. Your dusty eyes were soft and glowin' and I saw you hang your head…
…no friend who'd go my bail They stuck my dried-up carcass in that Missouri jail Early next mornin', 'round half past nine I saw…
…no friend who'd go my bail They stuck my dried-up carcass in that Missouri jail Early next mornin', 'round half past nine I saw…