Jackie Greene - About Cell Block 9

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[Verse 1]
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Well, I used to be an angel
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I guess my wings got torn
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I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble
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Ever since that I've been born, ah
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Ever since that I've been born

[Verse 2]
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Well, I used to have a best friend
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A girl for to be my bride
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I had everything that a man could want
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I believed I was satisfied,  oh
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I believed I was satisfied

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[Verse 3]
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Yeah, but I came home one evening
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The moon was hanging high
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I felt something wrong, something must be going on
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And a black cat passed me by, yeah
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A black cat passed me by

[Verse 4]
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I peeked on through my keyhole
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 Ah, tell me what did I see?
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I saw my gal and my best friend
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In a bed that belonged to me, oh
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A bed that belonged to me

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[Verse 5]
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So I went and grabbed my shotgun
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You know how the story goes
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You're gonna find me on a chain, digging ditches in the rain
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I'll be wearing them county clothes, Lord
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I'll be wearing them county clothes

[Verse 6]
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Well, the jury found me guilty
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I heard that gavel sound
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And the only friend who'd have thrown my bail
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Was six feet underground
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Ah, he was six feet underground

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[Verse 7]
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Oh Lord, I'm feeling low down
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 Ain't nothing to call mine
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Gonna spend my days, wasting all away
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In cell block number nine, ah
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Cell block number nine

[Outro]
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