Lord, this house is goin' to get raided, yes, sir!
Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall, turned to the wall,
thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall;
look here, mr. jail-keeper, put another gal in my stall.
I don't mind bein' in jail, but i got to stay there so long, so long,
i don't mind bein' in jail, but i got to stay there so long, so long,
when every friend i have is done shook hands and gone.
You better stop your man from tickling me under my chin, under my chin,
you better stop your man from tickling me under my chin,
'cause if he keeps on tickling, i'm sure gonna take him on in.
Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? how do you do?
good morning, blues, blues, how do you do?
say, i just come here to have a few words with you.