Well, you wake up in the mornin',
you hear the ding dong ring
They'll march you to the table,
you see the same old thing
Knife and fork on the table,
And if you say anythin' about it,
you're in trouble with the man
Well if you're ever go to Houston,
well, you better walk right
And you better not stagger,
Sheriff Benson will ar rest you
And you can bet your bottom dollar,
you're penitentiary bound
Well yonder come Miss Rosie,
how in the world do you know?
I can tell her by her apron,
Umbrella on her shoulder,
piece of paper in her hand
Well she's marched up to the captain,
