My home is a prison I'm livin' in a world of tears My home is a prison I'm livin' in a world of tears I been in misery Since the judge give me ninety-nine years I had a real pretty woman Say'd, she didn't love no one but me I had a real pretty woman Say, she didn't love no one but me But I caught my baby, cheatin' My home ain't where it used to be (harmonica & instrumental) I got bread and milk for breakfast Milk and bread at supertime I got bread and milk for breakfast Milk and bread at the supertime And the food I got for dinner It's a low down, dirty crime Yes, I shot my baby I did it because she treated me wrong I shot my baby Did it because she treat me wrong Now, the only thing I have This lonesome jail that I call home. ~