One of these cold lonesome mornings, you're gonna kill me. I'm gonna lay there and I'm gonna die. You will soon give me pain enough to fill me. 'Cause I'm gone past doin' any good to cry.
City jail city jail like an old scared dog I tuck my tail. Bow my head and not a careless word is said. Gotta sleep on the floor once more at city jail.
I wish I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree. And every time my Cindy passed, she'd take a little bite of me. Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home.