Oh Mom, oh Mom
What have I done
To wake up in a jail cell?

I drank your gin
I when you weren't in
And woke up in a jail cell.

Then a guy started calling you names,
Names that brought you shame.
He said you were worse than Carrie Nation,
With a manure fork I sent him to perdition.

I shouldn't have done it,
But his words, they bit
And I woke up in this jail cell.

Tomorrow morn I meet my fate
Tomorrow morn, at half-past eight
With a rope and drop I'll leave this jail cell.