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 bleieved 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 gal 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
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 bleieved 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 gal 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
