I
stand accused,
defenceless of a crime that isn't wrong
My poetic life's been endorsed and no one likes my songs
My pavement, my platform, my audience, the cars
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 Babe
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 wanna be a star,
my lord,
do you really think I can?
So I sang St. James Infirmary,
the magistrate's unread 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
Oh Mr. Jailor won't you let me out of here?
My audience awaits me,
won't you please let me appear?