It was late last night when Willie came home I heard him a-rapping on the door He’s aslipping and a-sliding with his new shoes on Papa said, Willie don’t you rap no more 
Chorus Way downtown, foolin’ around Took me to the jail Oh me and it’s oh my No one to go my bail 
I wish I was over at my sweet Sally’s house A-sitting in that big armchair One arm around my old guitar And the other one around my dear 
One old shirt is about all I’ve got And a dollar is all that I crave I brought nothin’ with me into this old world Ain’t a-gonna take nothin’ to my grave 
I wish I had a needle and some thread Just as fine as I could sew I’d sew all the good looking girls to my back And down the road I’d go 
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