The File
That crooked lawyer, that son-of-a-gun
He took my woman and away they run
She took my money and he took my car
And left me stranded here behind these bars
They're off having them swinging spree
But i'm a-worried 'bout 'em swinging me
Bars won't hold me but a little while
If mama don't forget the file
Oh, mama bake a sugar cake
For your loving child
Oh, ho ho ho, mama bake a sugar cake
For your poor imprisoned child
Mama bake a sugar cake
Oh, but mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama
Oh please mama, don't forget the file!
That crooked lawyer, that son-of-a-gun
He said i had the case all but won
My baby said she'd testify for me
That i was innocent as i could be
And when she got up on the witness stand
She told the judge that i was the guilty man
And hand in hand they left the trial
Oh, mama don't forget the file!
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