Bell Street Blues

I live down in Bell street alley, just as drunk as I can be

I live down in Bell street alley, just as drunk as I can be

Seem like them Bell street Crow Janes, have done got rough with me

I drink so much Bell Street whiskey, they won't sell McTell no more

I drink so much Bell Street whiskey, they won't sell poor boy McTell no more

I've got the Cavenglass boys, playing all around my door

This Bell Street whiskey, make you sleep all in your clothes

That old Bell Street whiskey, make you sleep all in your clothes

And when you wake up next morning, feel like you done laid outdoors

You can get booze down on Bell Street, for two bits and a half a throw

You can get booze down on Bell Street, for two bits and a half a throw

They'll make you send out your mother and father, to just break down the jailhouse door

Walked in my room, the other night

Man come in, he want to fight

Took my gun, my right hand

Hold me people, I don't want to kill no man

When I said that, he rapped me across my head

The first shot I fired, then the man fell dead

Bell street whiskey, drove me to the county jail

Got me laying back here on my bunk, nobody in the world to go my bail