Lewisburg Blues (excerpt from “The Big House”) by A. LaMont Gainey

Woke up this morning, had the Lewisburg Blues
Went to breakfast this morning, French toast was cold
Meat was greasy, they ran out of milk for my bowl
I went to the Warden ’bout the way we get fed
He said you lucky you ain’t getting’ water and bread
I said Mr. Warden, that ain’t the rules
He said, this is Lewisburg Penitentiary, it ain’t a thing you can do
Woke up this morning, had the Lewisburg Blues
I’m so hungry, I could eat my shoes

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