Mug Shot Blues

Black and white stripes from my head down to my toes
I never thought I’d wind up sportin’ these kind of clothes
My brain’s achin’, I’m saturated with beer and booze
Locked up, run out of luck, I’ve got the mug shot blues

Well I breezed into town and I played the Red Dog Saloon
I drank and sang until I finally came out of tune
Still the good times rolled until the next thing that I knew
Locked up, run out of luck, I’ve got the mug shot blues

I wasn’t hurtin’ anybody when they cuffed me up
Now I’m eatin’ Raisin Bran from a styrofoam cup
They pressed and pressed on me until I caved in
But honesty is like a hangman’s rope
When it comes to Storey County cops and dope
I told the truth, man I won’t do that again

Five a.m. and it’s the jailhouse wake up call
Blinding lights, steel toilet on a concrete wall
I guess drunk and dumb don’t come without their dues
Locked up, run out of luck, I’ve got the mug shot blues

Black and white stripes, now the jailer calls my name
Bail’s been paid, it’s time to take my walk of shame
I’m gonna get a newspaper and check up on what’s new
Maybe read Dear Abby, and play the crossword too
With my bacon and eggs and my coffee spiked with booze
And I’ll just as soon forget about the mug shot blues
‘Cause I ain’t got no more use for the mug shot blues