Goin' to the work house, my heart's filled with grief and strife Goin' to the work house, my heart's filled with grief and strife Goin' to the penitentiary; judge, he sentenced me for life Good-bye, everybody, here's the jailor with the key Good-bye, everybody, here's the jailor with the key Farewell to my freedom; ain't no use to pity me Gonna get my number, four-eleven-forty-four Gonna get my number, four-eleven-forty-four Soon I'll be an inmate, with the steel upon my door Killed my triflin' papa, folks, I done commit a crime Killed my triflin' papa, folks, I done commit a crime Nothing will release me, nothing but old father time