.Just sittin' here hungry and ain't got a dime,
Lord, look like my friends would come to see poor me sometime;
Cause it doesn't matter who, Lord of Heaven,
Mama, the sun gonna shine in my door someday.
When I was in jail, expecting a fine,
When I went 'fore the jud.
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