Jail - Donovan Woods

Way on down

In the jailhouse town

There’s a girl with a flower for a name

She says «I don’t care my man is losing his hair;

I’m gonna love him.»

And a family dwells

With their hearts all swelled

There’s a prayer with a face in mind

As if they chose

The slope of her nose

They’re gonna love her

She says «I don’t care what his name is

Or what he does

Or what he does

Or what he does

Or what he does…»