Sylvester Weaver - Penitentiary Bound Blues lyrics

Thought I was goin' to the workhouse, my heart was filled with strife Thought I was goin' to the workhouse, my heart was filled with strife But I'm goin' to the penitentiary, judge sentenced me for life There'll be rock walls around me, burnin' sand below There'll be rock walls around me, burnin' land below There forever, got no other place to go Goodbye, here's the jailer with the key Goodbye, here's the jailer with the key Farewell to freedom, tain't no use to pity me Gonna get my number, four-eleven forty-four Gonna get my number, four-eleven forty-four Soon be an inmate, steel upon my door k**ed my triflin' woman, folks, I done commit a crime k**ed my triflin' woman, folks, I done commit a crime Nothin' will release me but old Father Time