There's

a

small

jail

in

Geor-

gia

that

you

all

know.

Where

the

sun's

so

hot

and

the

day-

light

don't

show.

Where

the

moc-

ca-

sin

she

rests

on

a

soft

bed

of

sand.

You

can

hear

the

hound

dogs

how-

lin'

out

the

land.

It

ain't

the

way

I

wan-

ted

it,

but

Lord,

thar's

the

price

you

pay.

I

said,

"Jai-

ler,

bring

me

wa-

ter,

for

my

throat

is

dry."

Four

walls,

steel

bars,

I've

been

wat-

ching

pas-

sers

by.

I've

been

sit-

tin'

here

so

damn

long,

I'm

star-

tin'

to

cry.

The

hang-

man's

co-

ming,

I'm

sure-

ly

gon-

na

die.

It

ain't

the

way

I

wan-

ted

it

but,

Lord,

that's

the

price

you

pay.

I

shot

a

man

in

Ma-

con

o-

ver

a

po-

ker

game.

I

killed

a-

no-

ther

in

At-

lan-

ta,

just

to

build

my

fame.

Well,

now

I

hear

them

ham-

mers,

they're

poun-

ding

out

my

name.

It

ain't

the

way

I

wan-

ted

it,

but

thet's

the

price

you

pay.

It

ain't

the

way

I

wan-

ted

it,

but

Lord,

that's

the

price

you

pay.

Hey,

jai-

ler,

how

'bout

that

wa-

ter?

My

throat's

still

dry.

Four

walls,

steel

bars,

I've

been

wat-

ching

pas-

sers

by.

I've

been

sit-

tin'

here

so

damn

long,

I'm

star-

ting

to

cry.

The

hang-

man's

co-

min,

I'm

sure-

ly

gon-

na

die.

It

ain't

the

way

I

wan-

ted

it,

but

Lord,

that's

the

price

you

pay.

It

ain't

the

way

I

wan-

ted

it,

but

Lord,

that's

the

price

you

pay.

It

ain't

the

way

I

wan-

ted

it,

but

Lord,

that's

the

price

you

pay.