The whistle is blowing, 'twill be here at nine
to take me to Nashville for a mighty long time.
I've counted the footsteps and I've counted the stars,
and I've counted a million of these prison bars.

I've counted on you babe to give me a break,
I guess you forget that I'm here for you sake.
You know who is guilty and you know it full well,
but I'll rot in this jailhouse before I will tell.

My Father also used to sing this to me as a little girl. Also, when he was drinking.

Wish I knew all the words... Anyone??