Way Downtown

It was late last night when Willie came home.
I heard him rapping on the door.
Slipping and a-sliding with his new shoes on
poppa says, "Willie, don't you rap no more."

Way downtown fooling around
they took me to the jail.
Oh me and it's oh my
ain't no one to go my bail.

One old shirt is about all I got
and a dollar is all that I crave.
I brought nothing with me into this old world
ain't gonna take nothing to my grave.

I wish I was over at my sweet Sally's house
sitting in that big armchair
with one arm around my old guitar
and the other one around my dear.

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