Clara Smith

Waitin' For The Evenin' Mail

Clara Smith


Passing by the jail this morn' 
Heard a hard luck brother mourn 
I'm in here, right where I don't belong 
I never did no wrong 
As I passed by his window 
I could hear him moaning his song 
Sitting on the inside, looking at the outside 
Waitin' for that evenin' mail 
Four walls and a ceiling 
Lordy, what a feeling 
Just the mean old lowdown jail 
Separating me from everything but that evenin' mail 
I wrote my onetime baby down in Jacksonville 
Hey sweet baby, I'm in jail 
Baby please don't fail me 
Hurry up and mail me bail 
That's just a year ago today and I'm 
Still on the inside, looking at the outside 
Waitin' for that evenin' mail 
And I'm still on the inside, looking at the outside 
Waitin' for that evenin' mail