I love little Willie, little Willie's my dear If you'd a think I don't love her You got a foolish idea Sittin' in the jail house My back 'gainst the wall Old corn liquor was the cause of it all The judge said 'stand up, George' Dry all your tears You're sentenced to Raleigh for 22 years 22 years Willie, 22 years I'm sentenced to Raleigh for 22 years Write me a letter, back it by mail Post it in care of the Washington Jail The train has come up and now it is gone Taking you away, Lord, just leaving this song
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