Cook County Blues - Charlie Musselwhite
Lyrics by：Musselwhite/C.
Composed by：Musselwhite/C.
We were talking about nothing we were shooting the breeze
When here come the Chicago police
They didn't like me living this side of town
I was getting' the feeling I was jailhouse bound
Well the cop he asked me
Boy what do you mean
Got your feet on this bench supposed to keep it clean
You should have minded your business should have stayed at home
'Stead you're on the street where you don't belong
Sometimes there's no justice and sometimes there's no truth
Thirty days in Cook County that's the Cook County Blues
Sprayed down with a hose couldn't make one phone call
But before the judge I stood long and tall
But the cop he lied told the judge a tale
That the judge believed couldn't pay my bail
Sometimes there's no justice and sometimes there's no truth
Thirty days in Cook County that's the Cook County Blues
Well now that's Chicago what can I say
Any time they want to they can take you away
You won't get no phone call you can't get no bail
They'll make up a reason to put you back in jail
Sometimes there's no justice and sometimes there's no truth
Thirty days in Cook County that's the Cook County Blues
Sometimes there's no justice and sometimes there's no truth
Thirty days in Cook County that's the Cook County Blues
Hey Turnkey when do I get my phone call man
He Turnkey Turnkey
And I know you hear me Turnkey
Well if I can't make a phone call
Bring me another bologna sandwich on that stale bread
Hey Turnkey come on man I don't need thirty days in here
Turnkey