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I'm not in your town to stay said a lady old and grayTo the warden of the penitentiaryI'm not in your town to stay and I'll soon be on my wayI'm just here to get my baby out of jailYes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jailI've tried to raiser my baby right, I have prayed both day and nightThat he'd never follow the footsteps of his dadI have searched both far and wide, I had feared that he had diedAnd at last I find my baby here in jailYes, warden, but it's good to find my baby here in jailI will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chainI will pawn you my gold diamond ringI will wash all your clothes, I will scrub all your floorsIf that will get my baby out of jailYes, warden, you know I want my baby out of jailThen I heard the warden say to the lady old and grayI will send your baby boy to your sideThose wide gates swung wide apart, she held her darling to her heartShe kissed her darling boy and then she diedBut smiling in the arms of her boy there she died From Letras Mania