Big House Bound - Blind Boy Fuller

Then I sent for my friends, «Please spare the rod»

Then I sent for my friends, «Please spare the rod»

Then my friends sent me word, «Lord the times was too dog-gone hard»

I got friends 'as got money, «Please tell 'em to go my bail»

I got friends 'as got money, «Please tell 'em to go my bail»

And my friends sent me word, «Had no business in the county jail»

Then I felt so right till the judge turned around and frowned

Then I felt so right till the judge turned around and frowned

Says, «I'm sorry for you buddy, but you’re on your last-go-round»