Sung by Bob Blackston by Ruth Blackston
For M. C. Parler Green Forest, Arkansas
Reel 325, Item 7
My name is Floyd Eddings The son of old Dock,
He truly disowned me,
But I’m one of his flock.
Hell is my portion Go naked to low,
Down to old carrilton A robbing I'll go.
I went to Green Forest And hired to work,
They come and handcuffed me And took me to Court.
They summoned a jury Never cost them one cent,
And down to old Berryville To jail I was sent.
No father no mother No money no friends They left me there lonely Myself to defend.
They brought me my supper and locked the door fast,
And left me there lonely To think of the past.
The jailhouse caught fire I hollared for help,
But the plagged old jailor Just lay there and slept.
I wrapped in my blanket And threw myself down,
Noone to come near me
Until the jail house burned down.
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