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Waitin' For The Evening Mail 1923
Al Jolson
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I was standing by a jail this morning
When I heard a hard lark brother moan
"I'm in here, right here, where I don't belong
I never done no wrong"
And as I pass by his window
I could hear him moaning his song
"That's on the inside, looking at the outside
Waiting for the evening mail
Four walls that are peeling
Lordy, what a feeling
Just a mean and low-down jail
Separating me from every thing but the evening mail
I'm like a ship without a sail
I wrote my one time mama down in Jacksonville"
Said, "sweet mama I'm in jail
Honey, please don't fail me
Hurry up and mail me bail"
That was just a year ago
And I'm still in the inside, looking at the outside
Waiting for the evening mail"
The only reason that they have me in this place
I mistook a three spot for an Ace
And the man that had the dice grab my shoe and ran
I missed him with a brick and hit a police man
Copper grabbed me by the collar in his rage
Took and throwed me in this mean old wicked cage
Then they tied a iron apple just below my knee
And when it rots away, it's gonna set me free, hey-hey
I just ask him properly just how long I must be
Locked up before they set me free
He said he heard the warden say that I'd be 40
Yeah, 'til 1993
Sitting on the inside, looking at the outside
Waiting for the evening mail
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