Текст и слова песни Blind Boy Fuller – Big House Bound
Then I sent for my friends, "Please spare the rod"
Then I sent for my friends, "Please spare the rod"
Then my friends sent me word, "Lord the times was too dog-gone hard"
I got friends 'as got money, "Please tell 'em to go my bail"
I got friends 'as got money, "Please tell 'em to go my bail"
And my friends sent me word, "Had no business in the county jail"
Then I felt so right till the judge turned around and frowned
Then I felt so right till the judge turned around and frowned
Says, "I'm sorry for you buddy, but you're on your last-go-round"
Then I sent for my friends, "Please spare the rod"
Then my friends sent me word, "Lord the times was too dog-gone hard"
I got friends 'as got money, "Please tell 'em to go my bail"
I got friends 'as got money, "Please tell 'em to go my bail"
And my friends sent me word, "Had no business in the county jail"
Then I felt so right till the judge turned around and frowned
Then I felt so right till the judge turned around and frowned
Says, "I'm sorry for you buddy, but you're on your last-go-round"
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