Jacobsville Jail

Jacobsville Jail – 3:50
Songwriter: Jonas Scott Cowan
Musical Arrangement: Tommy Stillwell
Publisher: Works From Stillwell International (BMI)

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, hey hey hey,
I'm down in Jacobsville Jail.

Everything comes around.
The rent goes up and the sun goes down.
Around here everybody's just like me.
We want what we want and we need what we need.
Smoking in a slow burning hell.
Down in Jacobsville Jail

Mmm mmm mmm,
Hey hey hey,
down in jacobsville jail.

Between the bar and the Baptist Church,
the cops and the narcs, don't know which of em is worse.
Between the whiskey, the women and the dope,
I should hang myself from a short piece of rope.

Hey hey hey
hey hey hey
hey hey hey
I'm down in Jacobsville Jail

I wish I had a pistol. A pistol, and a shell.
This monkey would slide right off of my back
if I dissolved myself.

Hey hey hey
hey hey hey
hey hey hey
I'm down in Jacobsville Jail.

That's my dirty little secret.
It's one I don't often tell.
I feel like I'm rotting in prison,
down here in Jacobsville Jail.

Hey hey hey
hey hey hey
hey hey hey
I'm down in Jacobsville Jail.

Hey hey hey
hey hey hey
hey hey hey