Cryderville Jail

1. Cryderville jail, is no jail at all,
The lice in that jail are chewin' the wall.

Chorus:
It's a hard times in the Cryderville jail,
It's hard times, poor boy.

2. There's a big bull ring 
	in the middle of the floor,
And a damned old jailer to open the door.

Chorus

3. Your pockets he'll pick, 
	and your clothes he will sell,
Your hands he will handcuff, 
	oh damn him to hell…

4. Our bed it is made of old rotten rugs,
And when we lay down 
	we are covered with bugs:

5. The bugs they swear 
	if we don't give bail,
We are bound to get lousy 
	in Cryderville Jail...

6. I wrote to my mother 
	to send me a knife,
The lice and the chinches 
	have threatened my life…

7. And here's to the lawyer, 
	he'll come to your cell,
And swear he will clear you 
	in spite of all Hell.

8. He'll get all of your money 
	before he will rest,
Then he'll say, "Plead guilty, 
	I think it the best."

9. Old Judge Simpson 
	will read you the law,
The damndest fool judge 
	that you ever saw.

10. And there sits the jury, 
	a devil of a crew,
They'll look a poor pris'ner 
	clean through and through.

11. And here's to the sheriff, 
	I like to forgot,
The darnndest old rascal 
	we have in the lot.

12. Your privileges he will take, 
	your clothes he will sell,
Get drunk on your money, 
	oh damn him to hell.

13. And now I have come 
	to the end of my song,
I'll leave it to the boys as I go along.


One of many songs complaining about prison life.  Related songs are Wise County Jail, Durham Jail, The Durant Jail, Hard Times in Mount Holly Jail and Hard Times at Little New River.