From notes to Hobart Smith: Blue Ridge Legacy (Rounder):

DRUNKEN HICCUPS

Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds,
I know you of old.
You robbed my old pockets,
Of silver and gold.

Chorus:
Hiccup! O Lordy, how bad I do feel,
Hiccup! O Lordy, how bad I do feel.

You robbed my old pockets,
You picked my old purse,
You made my old clothes,
Look worse and worse.

Chorus:
I'll drink and I'll gamble,
My money's my own.
It's nobody's business,
How much I do owe.

HAWKINS COUNTY JAIL

When I was sleepin' I dreamt a pleasant dream,
Dreamed I was a-strollin' all down the golden streets.
Woke so brokenhearted in Hawkins County Jail,
All my friends was standin' 'round, no one to go my bail.

Yonder come Luler, ten dollars in her hand,
Keys in her hand, went shovin' through the lock,
"Cheer up, cheer up my prisoner," I thought I heerd them say,
"Send you 'round the White House, seven long years to stay."

[Repeat first stanza, repeat second stanza.]