I'm not in your town to stay
To the warden of a penitentiary
I'm not in your town to stay
And I'll soon be on my way
I'm just here to get my baby out of jail
I'm just here to get my baby out of jail
I've tried to raise my baby right
I have prayed both day and night
That he'd never follow footsteps of his dad
I have searched both far and wide
I had feared that he had died
And at last I find my baby here in jail
But it's good to find my baby
I will pawn you my diamond ring
I will wash all your clothes
I will scrub all your floors
If that will get my baby out of jail
You know I want my darling out of jail
Then we heard the warden say
to this lady old and gray
I will bring your baby boy to your side
Two iron gates swung wide apart
She held her darling to her heart
She kissed her baby boy, then she died
But smiling, in the arms of her dear boy,
In the arms of her dear boy,
