My home is a prison ( Jay Miller)

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My home is a prison
Im livin in a world of tears
My home is a prison
Im livin in a world of tears
I been in misery
Since the judge give me ninety-nine years
I had a real pretty woman
Sayd, she didnt love no one but me
I had a real pretty woman
Say, she didnt love no one but me
But I caught my baby, cheatin
My home aint where it used to be
I got bread and milk for breakfast
Milk and bread at supertime
I got bread and milk for breakfast
Milk and bread at the supertime
And the food I got for dinner
Its a low down, dirty crime
Yes, I shot my baby
I did it because she treated me wrong
I shot my baby
Did it because she treat me wrong
Now, the only thing I have
This lonesome jail that I call home.
Discos donde fue grabado
1998
Melopea CDM133
Artistas que grabaron esta canción
Argentina
Blues

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