Dock Boggs: http://www.folkways.si.edu/dock-boggs/his-folkways-years-1963-1968/
american-folk-old-time/music/album/smithsonian
Sitting alone, sad, all alone,
Sitting in my cell all alone,
Just thinking of those good times gone by me,
Knowing that I once had a home.
For seven long years I ve been in prison,
For seven long more I have to stay;
Just for knocking a man down in an alley,
And taking his gold watch away.
Sitting alone, sad, all alone,
Sitting in my cell all alone,
Just thinking of those good times gone by me,
Knowing that I once had a home.
I once did have a sister and a brother,
I wonder if they ever think of me?
I once did have a father and a mother
Who lived in a cottage by the sea.
Sitting alone, sad, all alone,
Sitting in my cell all alone,
Just thinking of those good times gone by me,
Knowing that I once had a home.