Lyrics Bessie Smith

Bessie Smith

Pickpocket Blues

My best man, my best friend,

Told me to stop peddlin' gin

They even told me to keep my hands

Out 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

Now I can see it all come home to me

I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now

I mean, I'm in the jailhouse 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 jailhouse now,

I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now