About Cell Block #9 - Jackie Greene

Well I used to be an angel

I guess my wings got torn

For I ain’t seen nothing but bad luck and trouble

Ever since that i’ve been born

Ever since that i’ve been born

I used to have a best friend

And a girl for to be my bride

I had everything that a man could want

I believed i was satisfied

I bleieved i was satisfied

But as i came home one evening

The moon was hanging high

I felt something wrong, something must be going on and a black cat passed me by

A black cat passed me by

So i peeked on through my keyhole

Now tell me what did i see?

I saw my gal and my best friend

In a bed that belonged to me

A bed that belonged to me

So i went and grabbed my shotgun

You know how the story goes

Gonna find me on a chain, digging ditches in the rain and i’ll be wearing them

county clothes

Wearing them county clothes

Yes the jury found me guilty

I heard that gavel sound

And the only friend who would have thrown my bail

Was six feet underground

Six feet underground

Oh Lord i’m feeling lowdown

Got nothing to call mine

Gonna spend my days, wasting all away

In cell block #9

Cell block #9