David Childers - Key in Her Pocket
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Well, hear that hound dog across the holler
Sing a lonesome sounding song.
And a hoot owl calls through the tall pine trees.
Evening's coming on.

Where is my pretty little girl tonight
While I'm locked in my cell?
She's gone dancing with the key in her pocket.
Can't get outta this jail.
Well, I can't get outta this jail.
Can't get outta this jail.
She's gone dancing with the key in her pocket,
Can't get outta this jail.

I'm doing hard time for loving her.
She don't give a damn.
I'm wasting away to skin and bones,
She's loving on another man.

O, where is my pretty little girl tonight,
While I'm locked in my cell?
She's gone dancing with the key in her pocket.
Can't get out of this jail.
Well, I can't get outta this jail.
Can't get outta this jail.
She's gone dancing with the key in her pocket.
Can't get out of this jail.
Well, I can't get out of this jail.
Can't get outta this jail.
She's gone dancing with the key in her pocket.
Can't get out of this jail.

O, see that train coming through the hills
Heading toward the falling night
And a blood red moon rising like a monster
In the falling light.

O, where is my pretty little girl tonight,
While I'm locked in my cell?
She's gone dancing with the key in her pocket,
Can't get out of this jail.
Well, I can't get outta this jail.
Can't get outta this jail.
She's gone dancing with the key in her pocket.
Can't get out of this jail.
Well, I can't get out of this jail.
Can't get outta this jail.
She's gone dancing with the key in her pocket,
And I can't get out of this jail.