The jailhouse, is a lonesome place. The jailhouse, is a lonesome place. When the jailer, slams the door in your face. It will be a great day when, someone will come and take my place. It'll be a great day when, somebody comes to take my place. Because I'm tired of, the door slammin' in my face. I wake up every morning, with the risin' sun. I wake up every morning, with the risin' sun. Wondering if some no good man, has led my baby wrong. The jailhouse, is a killin' place. The jailhouse, is a lonesome place. The only thing that worries me, I'll be cryin', keep slammin' this door in my face.