Bless my soul, what's wrong with me? I'm itchin' like a man that's on a fuzzy tree My friends say I'm acting and as wild as a bug I'm in love, I'm in
I've woken up on mornings such as this And thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now Every night for a year I've slept alone My cold damp room looks
The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing You should
