I can't be content here, oh nowhere I be I can't be content here, oh nowhere I be No place I go to seem like home to me Everybody seem welcome here in this place but me Everybody seem welcome here in this place but me Bad whiskey and women caused me can't see no peace I have laid in jail with my face turned to the wall I have laid in jail with my face turned to the wall It was doctors and lawyers said "Son, you's the cause of it all" And the day is growing older, oh, and the night's growing near And the day is growing older, oh, the night's growing near And some got six months, oh, I've got a year "Oh, step on it" And those days have passed over that I wished I was dead and gone And those days have passed over that I wished I was dead and gone For I'm so unhappy out here on the county farm