Lock Step Blues (20815)

I used to shake my feet in a midnight prance
I used to shake my feet in a midnight prance
Now they got me doin' a different kind of dance

I couldn't keep away from wild women, bad liquor, cards and dice
I couldn't keep away from bad women, bad whiskey and cards and dice
Now I'm doin' the lockstep, baby, things ain't going so nice

Don't matter to me whether it's sunshine, snow or rain
It don't matter to me whether it's sunshine, snow or rain
Because I can't go gay-cattin' and carryin' a ball and chain

Mean old jailer, taken away my dancin' shoes
I say, a mean old jailer, taken away my dancin' shoes
I can't strut my stuff when I've got those lockstep blues

Big rats in my cell keeps me awoke all night
I said, big rats in my cell keeps me awoke all night
My woman done turned me down, and I don't think that's right

Every mornin', I waltz down that big long hall
I say, every mornin', I waltz down that big long hall
I'm craving for my mama, can't make no time at all

(Lockstep blues, people. Oh-ho)