The jurymen found me guilty, the judge he did say:
"This man's convicted to Huntsville, poor boy,
For ten long years to stay."
My mammy said, "It's a pity." My woman she did say:
"They're taking my man to Huntsville, poor boy,
For ten long years to stay."
Upon that station platform we all stood waiting that day,
Awaiting that train for Huntsville, poor boy,
For ten long years to stay.
The train ran into the station, the sheriff he did say:
"Get on this train for Huntsville, poor boy,
For ten long years to stay."
Now, if you see my Lula, please tell her for me,
I've done quit drinking and gambling, poor boy,
And getting on my sprees.