Jail-House Blues
Bessie Smith Lyrics


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Lord, this house is goin' to get raided, yes, sir!

Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall, turned to the wall,
Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall;
Look here, Mr. Jail-keeper, put another gal in my stall.

I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long,
I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long,
When every friend I have is done shook hands and gone.

You better stop your man from tickling me under my chin, under my chin,
You better stop your man from tickling me under my chin,
'Cause if he keeps on tickling, I'm sure gonna take him on in.

Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? how do you do?




Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do?
Say, I just come here to have a few words with you.

Overall Meaning

In Bessie Smith's song "Jail-House Blues," the singer laments about being imprisoned for thirty days with her back turned to the wall. She pleads with the jailkeeper to put another woman in her cell to keep her company. Although she does not mind being in jail, she is aware of the loneliness that comes with being abandoned by friends and loved ones. She warns the jailkeeper to stop his man from tickling her under her chin, or she will take matters into her own hands. In the end, she greets the "blues" and decides to have a few words with them.


The lyrics of the song convey the struggle and anguish of being stuck in a place, with no one to talk to, and no chance of escape. The imagery of the singer's back turned to the wall gives a sense of isolation and confinement. The line "When every friend I have is done shook hands and gone" further underscores her loneliness and isolation. Despite her predicament, the singer maintains a level of resilience and defiance, as evidenced by her warning to the jailkeeper.


Line by Line Meaning

Lord, this house is goin' to get raided, yes, sir!
I have a feeling that the authorities will raid this place soon.


Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall, turned to the wall,
I will be imprisoned for a whole month, and I will be facing the wall the entire time.


Look here, Mr. Jail-keeper, put another gal in my stall.
Jail-keeper, please put someone else in my cell.


I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long,
I don't really care about being in jail, but staying there for so long is a problem.


When every friend I have is done shook hands and gone.
All of my friends have left me alone.


You better stop your man from tickling me under my chin, under my chin,
Please ask your man to stop tickling me under my chin.


'Cause if he keeps on tickling, I'm sure gonna take him on in.
If he keeps doing it, I will have to fight him.


Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? how do you do?
Hello, depression, how are you doing?


Say, I just come here to have a few words with you.
I just wanted to talk to you for a bit.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANDRE WILLIAMS

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