Well, I used to be an angel

I guess my wings got torn

For I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble

Ever since that I've been born, ever since that I've been born I used to have a best friend

And a girl for to be my bride

I had everything that a man could want

I believed I was satisfied, I believed I was satisfied But as I came home one evening

The moon was hanging high

I felt something wrong, something must be going on

And a black cat passed me by, a black cat passed me by So I peeked on through my keyhole

Now tell me what did I see?

I saw my girl and my best friend

In a bed that belonged to me, a bed that belonged to me So I went and grabbed my shotgun

You know how the story goes

Gonna find me on a chain, digging ditches in the rain

And I'll be wearing them county clothes, wearing them county clothes Yes, the jury found me guilty

I heard that gavel sound

And the only friend who would have thrown my bail

Was six feet underground, six feet underground Oh, Lord I'm feeling lowdown

Got nothing to call mine

Gonna spend my days, wasting all away

In cell block #9, cell block #9