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147 THE COUNTY JAIL
Obtained in the Detention Home, Detroit- by Mrs. Lillian Ammerman, Detroit, from a sixteen-year-old boy of Mohammedan faith, from Memphis, Tennessee.
1 As I was standing on a corner Not doing any harm, Along came a policeman And took me by the arm.
2 He took me to the corner, There he rang a little bell; Along came a police patrol And took me to the jail.
3 I woke up in the morning And looked up on the wall. The bedbugs and the cockroaches Were playing a game of ball.
4 The score was four and twenty; The bedbugs were ahead.
I got so darn excited That I fell right out of bed.
5 I went downstairs to breakfast; The bread was hard and stale; The coffee tastes like tobacco juice In the damned old county jail. |
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