To the tune of St Louis Blues;

I hate to see, the evening sun go down.
I hate to see the evening sun go down.
Cuz' I know my sperms, been spilt upon the ground.

I tried to send, my sperm out from these gates,
I tried to send my sperm out from these gates.
The gates of Allenwood prison, where I'm an inmate.

Maria, my woman, with her diamond ring, she wants my sperm, more than anything.
Weren't for rats, she'd be carring my child.
Now instead, her names been filed.

Chorus:Got the state inmate blues, as blue as I can be
That   prosecutor, got ahold of me,
thanks to that, there's no baby to be. (spoken)Dog-gone it.

Peace. Rustic