Sitting in the jail house. Talking to mean old man Dave. Hey Mr. Watt do I get my touch. I've got my life on the stake. I'll see through the bars. They'll hang me here because. Even the preacher's coming my way. [Instrumental]. My trouble started 'cause she was making eyes at me. She had one-man hips silken hair and tender lips. She was tall and she seemed free. Then in a flash I was in a clash. I went and killed some woman's man. [Instrumental]. Hippity ya ya. Hippity ya ya yeah. Hippity ya ya. Hippity ya ya yeah. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.... [Instrumental]. Sitting in the jail house. Talking with the mean old flicker Dave. Hey Mr. Watt do I get my touch. I've got my life on the stake. Well I see through your eyes. It comes as no surprise. No mercy I will die today. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. (Oh oh oh oh...)