I'm in the lock-up twenty days,|
Just twenty days ago.
I met a judge, the kind old judges who was feeling fine and so,
He gave me just a year in jail,
A sociable sort of gink.
All on account of a gallon of beer,
That I thought I could drink.
|: In eleven months and ten more days,
I'll be out of the calaboose.
In eleven months and ten more days,
They're going to turn me loose. :|
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