Well it’s Saturday night by the full moonlight
Lacing up my dancing shoes
My paycheck’s blown, I can’t get a loan
If you know me – that’s no news
Babe’s set to go, tapping her toes
She wants to get her name in the news
Gonna make a big mess and by dawn I guess
We’ll be singing the Hoosegow Blues
We tried to jack the liquor shack
But all we got was grief
So we snuck on down to farmer Brown’s
And clipped a bit of that leaf
We popped the door on the music store
We was making some mighty fine tunes
When the sirens wailed and Sgt. Quayle said:
“Time to sing the Hoosegow Blues”
I’ve got the Hoosegow blues (banging his cup on the bars)
I’ve got the Hoosegow Blues (he could run but he won’t get far)
Some of us had a real good night
Some of us just like to fight
But we’re all stuck here without our dears
Singing the Hoosegow Blues
Sunday noon I’ve got my spoon
Digging a hole in the wall
Dutch is getting a new tattoo
The Reverend’s feeling small
Babe’s in an orange frock down in the girl’s block
Belting out “I love you”
I tap on the pipes “won’t you be my wife”
Our kids’ll sing the Hooegow Blues
I’ve got the Hoosegow blues (banging his cup on the bars)
I’ve got the Hoosegow Blues (he could run but he won’t get far)
Some of us had a real good night
Some of us just like to fight
But we’re all stuck here without our dears
Singing the Hoosegow Blues
8 o’clock they drop the locks, it’s off to morning court
I’ve got a wedding to plan today – I hope they keep it short
Well, who’s on the bench but Uncle French
saying “This boy’s paid his dues”
I don’t get no time just an itty bitty fine
I’m dancing the Hoosegow Blues
(We don’t get no time just an itty bitty fine
We’re dancing the Hoosegow Blues)
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