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Pickpocket Blues lyrics
My best man, my best friend
Told me to stop peddlin' gin
They even told me to keep my hands
Out of people's pocket where their money was in
But I wouldn't listen or have any shame
Long as someone else would take the blame
Yeah, I can see it all come home to me
I'm sittin' in the jail house now
I mean, I'm in the jail house now
I done stop runnin' around with this one
And these good lookin' browns
Any time you see me
I was good time bound
With this one, that one
Most all in town
I'm in the jail house now
I'm sittin' in the jail house now
I'm sittin' in the jail house now
I mean, I'm in the jail house now
I done stop runnin' around with all of my
And these good lookin' browns
Any time you see me
I was good time bound
With this one, that one
Most all in town
I'm in the jail house now
I'm sittin' in the jail house now
My best man, my best friend
Told me to stop peddlin' gin
They even told me to keep my hands
Part of these releases
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- Track 15 on Bessie Smith: The Complete Recordings, Vol. 3 Disc 2
- 14 Thinking Blues
- 16 I Used to Be Your Sweet Mama
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- Track 16 on The Empress
- 15 Thinking Blues
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