Johnny Winter - Sitting In The Jail House lyrics

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 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 k**ed some woman's man Hippity ya ya Hippity ya ya yeah Hippity ya ya Hippity ya ya yeah Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh... 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...)