Well I fell
into prison about a quarter till three
Where I found in my cell a glass waiting for me
So I filled what was empty and I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner, the old devil wouldn’t move
He said, “You drink when you’re lonely.” No I drink when I want!
He said, “You’ll never be sober.” So would I win that?
I only drink to be merry but unfortunately
I’m in the wrong prison cell and the wrong company
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