by Baskette
recording of October 1, 1923
from from Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 1 (1923-1924) (Document 5364), copyright notice
, copyright notice
Passing by the jail this morn'
Heard a hard luck brother mourn
I'm in here, right where I don't belong
I never did no wrong
As I passed by his window
I could hear him moaning his song
Sitting on the inside, looking at the outside
Waitin' for that evenin' mail
Four walls and a ceiling
Lordy, what a feeling
Just the mean old lowdown jail
Separating me from everything but that evenin' mail
I wrote my onetime baby down in Jacksonville
Hey sweet baby, I'm in jail
Baby please don't fail me
Hurry up and mail me bail
That's just a year ago today and I'm
Still on the inside, looking at the outside
Waitin' for that evenin' mail
And I'm still on the inside, looking at the outside
Waitin' for that evenin' mail
