I stand accused,
defenseless of a crime that isn't wrong.
My poetic life has been endorsed and no one likes my songs.
My pavement is my platform,
my audience the cause.
My home is by the traffic lights,
my ceiling is the stars.
Where I'm singing,
oh Mr. Jailor won't you let me out of here?
My audience awaits me,
won't you please let me appear?
Oh Mr. Jailor won't you let me out of here?
Well I tuned my good companion and sang San
Francisco Bay. And when the song was over,
sir,
you carried me away.
You went through all my pockets,
you made my red eyes swell.
You confiscated all I had and threw me in the cell.
Oh well,
well,
well I say this isn't justice,
sir,
I say this isn't right.
But you just said drink your water and
you bidded me goodnight and I was singing.
Oh Mr. Jailor won't you let me out of here?
My audience awaits me,
won't you please let me appear?
Oh Mr. Jailor won't you let me out of here?
I've done nothing,
I've done nothing,
I've done
nothing wrong.
I'm a fully paid up citizen,
a fully grown up man.
I want to be a star my lord,
do you really think I can?
So I sang St. James Infirmary,
the magistrates had read.
He placed his fingers in his ears and
this is what he said for the last time.
Oh Mr. Jailor won't you let me out of here?
My audience awaits me,
won't you please let me appear?
Oh Mr. Jailor won't you let me out of here?
I've done nothing,
I've done nothing,
I've done
nothing wrong.
My audience awaits me,
won't you please let me appear?
Oh Mr. Jailor won't you let me out of here?
I've done nothing,
I've done nothing,
I've done nothing wrong.