Doing My Time

On this old pile whit a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord…, Lord…
Got ta do my time, got ta do my time
With an aching heart and worried mind

When that old judge looked down and smiled
He said: „I'll put you on that good road for a while.“, Lord…
Got ta do my time, got ta do my time
With an aching heart and worried mind

• ( You can hear my hammer, you can hear my song

  I'll sing it like John Henry all day long, Lord…, Lord…

  Got ta do my time, got ta do my time

  With an aching heart and worried mind )

It won't be long Just a few more day
I'll settle down and quit my rowdy ways, Lord…, Lord…
With that gal of mine, with that gal of mine
She'll be waiting for me when I've done my time

*) not always sung