Penitentiary blues
I've been blue in Texas, had the blues in Tennessee Now I've got the penitentiary blues, the blues my gal gave me I shot my gal in Georgia, steppin' out with other men When I was going up to my work, well, another man was coming in I took, my shiney pistol, shot my gal in the side When I used that old forty four, well she hung her head and died Now boys I'm here in prison and I think of my crime each day I'm sorry now for what I've done, now I've got to pay The judge said, boy, your sentence you'll spend your life in the pen So let this be a lesson boys to all shootin men Don't trust a woman anytime, if you do your bound to lose You'll be right down here with me, baby And you'll have the penltentiary blues