Song Lyrics

Bet it ain't raining back home,
Bet you sister's still on the phone,
Bet momma's in the kitchen cooking fried chicken,
Wishing that I hadn't done wrong.

Momma, don't you worry about it none though,
Everything's gonna be alright, momma,
They're teaching us a lot of new things in here, momma,
Things like there ain't no good in an evil hearted woman,

And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James,
And you don't go writing hot checks down in Mississippi,
And there ain't no good chain gang.
Papa's reading yesterday's mail,

Wishing that the hay was all bailed,
I bet he's wishing he could go fishing,
And here I am a'lazing in jail.
Well, papa, don't you worry about it none,

Now, everything's gonna be alright, papa,
They're teaching us a lesson today,
We're learning pretty well too,
We've already learned a whole lot of stuff already,

Things like there ain't no good in an evil hearted woman,
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James,
And you don't go writing hot checks down in Mississippi,
And there ain't no good chain gang. There ain't no good in an evil hearted woman,

And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James,
And you don't go writing hot checks down in Mississippi,
And there ain't no good chain gang.
There ain't no good in an evil hearted woman,

And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James,
And you don't go writing hot checks down in Mississippi,
And there ain't no good chain gang. There ain't no good in an evil hearted woman,
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James,

And you don't go writing hot checks down in Mississippi,
And there ain't no good chain gang.

Dave Kirby, Hal Bynum