Waiting For the Evening Mail

I went by the jail this morning
I heard a hard luck brother moan
I’m here, right where I don’t belong
I never done no wrong
As I passed by his window, I could hear him singing this song

Sitting on the inside, looking at the outside
Waiting for the evening mail
Lordy what a feeling, four walls and a ceiling, judge
I mean that lowdown jail separated me from everything but the evening mail

I’m like a ship without a sail

Wrote my one time mama, down in Jacksonville
Said sweet mama I’m in jail
Now honey please don’t fail me, hurry now and mail me bail
It’s been a year ago, I’m still on the inside, looking at the outside
Waiting for the evening mail

I’m like a ship without a sail

Wrote my one time mama, down in Jacksonville
Said sweet mama I’m in jail
Now honey please don’t fail me, hurry now and mail me bail
It’s been a year ago, I’m still on the inside, looking at the outside
Waiting for the evening mail