Thanks to GutBucketeer for making the sheet music available. Here's my transcription. Now we need someone to make an ABC file.

Also, the sheet music has chords for ukulele, but I didn't bother inserting them here, because I doubt anyone would want to play them as written. You'd probably want to weed out the excessive chord changes, and maybe transpose to a different key. I'll leave that task to someone more musically literate than I.


HE'S IN THE JAILHOUSE NOW
Words by Wm. J. McKenna. Arranged by Merle T. Kendrick.
New York: Denton & Haskins, 1930.

1. When six-foot Henry Wicker
Filled up on corn licker,
He was the toughest colored boy in town,
He said, "I'll clean the place up,
Smash ev'rybody's face up,"
And man, he did some colored folks up brown.
He lick'd 'em, brown and yellow,
Beat up all the fellows,
Had 'em running crazy, ev'ry man.
Yes, Henry went along all right
Until he tried to fight
Three hundred pounds of gal, big Betsy Ann.

CHORUS 1: He's in the jailhouse now.
He's in the jailhouse now.
The moral: You can lick the men;
Fight women, it's "Bang-bang! Amen!"
He's in the jailhouse now.

2. A high brown gal, so fancy,
Said her name was Nancy.
She blew in town one Sunday afternoon,
And she was sure a daisy.
She set the boys all crazy.
Just look at her, you saw a honeymoon.
One night in my tin Lizzie,
Boy, she had me dizzy.
You should see the way she carried on.
She hugged and squeezed me like a bear.
I had to fight for air.
When I got home, I found my watch was gone.

CHORUS 2: She's in the jailhouse now.
She's in the jailhouse now.
The judge said, "Ten years, more or less,"
And now she's got a new address.
She's in the jailhouse now.   

3. Last year around election,
Down here in our section,
A friend of mine thought up a scheme so neat:
"I'll sell votes in dozens.
I'll be my own cousins,
Get myself a home on every street."
He voted through the city.
Scheme was working pretty.
Each vote brought a five-spot, new and nice.
A great idea came through his brain:
"Vote ev'ry ward a gain.
The opposition's paying double price."

CHORUS 3: He's in the jailhouse now.
He's in the jailhouse now.
He tried to stuff the ballot box.
Now he makes sand out of rocks.
He's in the jailhouse now.

4. The gals liked Jimmy Ransom.
He was big and handsome.
He sure did give the women heart disease.
He'd marry one on Sunday,
And leave her flat on Monday,
Beat her out of all her coin with ease.
Jimmy married plenty.
Must have swindled twenty.
How those ladies fell for Jimmy's tricks!
A widow woman was his fate.
He found out when too late
That widow knew her stuff—she'd buried six.

CHORUS 4: He's in the jailhouse now.
He's in the jailhouse now.
The widow got wise to his game.
Now he'll never look the same.
He's in the jailhouse now.