Well I fell into prison
At about a quarter to three
Where I found in my cell
A glass waitin’ for me
So I filled what was empty
And I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner
The Ol’ Devil wouldn’t move
He said you drink when you’re lonely
No I drink when I want
He said you’ll never be sober
Sure why would I want that?
I only drink to be merry
But unfortunately…
I’m in the wrong prison cell
And the wrong company
