Rube Lacy - Mississippi Jail House Groan I promise not to holler now now, mama, hi-hi Layin' in jail, now, my back turned to the wall And I laid in jail, my back turned to the wall I laid in jail, now, my back turned to the wall And she brought me coffee, and she brought me tea Yes, she brought me coffee, Lord, and she brought me tea She brought me everything, now, but that low-down jail house key I promise not to holler now now mama, now, hi-hi And my Mama told me, my Papa told me, too And my Mama told me, my Papa stood and cried "You got too many women, now-now, baby for your size" I looked at my Mama and I hung my head and cried I looked at my Mama and I hung my head and cried If my woman quit me now, Lord, I'm 'fraid I'll die
Son House spoke a lot about Rube Lacey. He only recorded a couple songs that I know of. A shame. He was one of the most respected Delta bluesmen of his time.
