作词 : Hazlewood HUTCHINSON JAIL- written by Lee Hazlewood- appears on NANCY SINA TRA: NANCY IN LONDON (1966)- b-side of single FRIDAY'S C HILD - Reprise 0491 (1966) LyricsCold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailSomebody help me please I'm as helpless as I can beAnd I don't know what my life is comin' to Now they say that I shot a man Well I never shot I ranAnd that was my first mistake I'm telling you Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailI got a man in Wichita and a man in SaginawAnd they both ain't heard from me in some time I hate to disappoint them both but some feller under oath Said I did it and they believed his story not mine Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailThere's snow all over the ground And there ain't one robin around, that I'd trust to carry a message to a friend I guess I'll just stay here till spring I sure wish I knew what spring They'd let me out so I can start again Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail, yeah it's cold in the Hutchinson JailWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail
作词 : Hazlewood HUTCHINSON JAIL- written by Lee Hazlewood- appears on NANCY SINA TRA: NANCY IN LONDON (1966)- b-side of single FRIDAY'S C HILD - Reprise 0491 (1966) LyricsCold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailSomebody help me please I'm as helpless as I can beAnd I don't know what my life is comin' to Now they say that I shot a man Well I never shot I ranAnd that was my first mistake I'm telling you Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailI got a man in Wichita and a man in SaginawAnd they both ain't heard from me in some time I hate to disappoint them both but some feller under oath Said I did it and they believed his story not mine Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailThere's snow all over the ground And there ain't one robin around, that I'd trust to carry a message to a friend I guess I'll just stay here till spring I sure wish I knew what spring They'd let me out so I can start again Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail, yeah it's cold in the Hutchinson JailWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson JailWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail
