Parece que estou a ouvir #76

Last night at the Station Inn (the Nashville bar with bluegrass music 7 days a week) in between a couple of songs:

Head of the band [raising his hand] Anyone here been to jail?

Man in the next table [raising his hand] Yeah I been to jail!

Head of the band Good! All is well...

Me [thinking] visiting?? :-))

Another memorable moment was a marriage proposal from a true bluegrass fan... granted. Quite an eventful night!

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I'm just here to get my baby out o'jail

Lyrics & Music by Karl Davis, Harty Taylor

I'm not in this town to stay
Said a lady old and grey
I'm just here to get my baby out of jail
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

I will wash all your clothes
I will scrub all your clothes
If that will get my baby out of jail
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

I will pawn you my watch
I will pawn you my chain
I will pawn you my gold diamond ring
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

When those gates swung wide apart
She held her darling to her heart
She kissed kissed her baby boy and then she died
Yes, warden, in the arms of her dear boy there she died
Yes, warden, in the arms of her dear boy there she died