Pickpocket Blues

(Bessie Smith) 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