Lord, this house is goin' to 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 bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
When every friend I have 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?
Say, I just come here to have a few words with you
Ella Fitzgerald - Jailhouse Blues Lyrics
Ella Fitzgerald - Jailhouse Blues Lyrics
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Lord, this house is goin' to 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 bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
When every friend I have 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?
Say, I just come here to have a few words with you
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 bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
When every friend I have 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?
Say, I just come here to have a few words with you
Writer: ANDRE WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group