bessie smith - pickpocket blues lyrics
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my best man, my best friend,
told me to stop peddlin’ gin
they even told me to keep my hands
out people’s pocket where their money was in
but i wouldn’t listen or have any shame,
‘long as someone else would take the blame
now i can see it all come home to me
i’m sittin’ in the jailhouse now
i mean, i’m in the jailhouse now
i done stop runnin’ around with this one
and these good lookin’ browns
any time you see me, i was good time bound,
with this one, that one, most all in town
i’m in the jailhouse now,
i’m sittin’ in the jailhouse now
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