When that old judge looked down and smiled

He said I’ll put you on that good road for a while, Lord Lord

Gotta do my time, gotta do my time

With an aching heart and a worried mind

You can hear my hammer you can hear my song

I’ll swing it like John Henry all day long, Lord Lord

Gotta do my time, gotta do my time

With an aching heart and a worried mind

It won’t be long, just a few more days

I’ll settle down and quit my rowdy ways Lord Lord

with that gal of mine, with that gal of mine

She’ll be waiting for me when I’ve done my time