The File

That crooked lawyer, that son-of-a-gun 
He took my woman and away they run 
She took my money and he took my car 
And left me stranded here behind these bars 
They're off having them swinging spree 
But I'm a-worried 'bout 'em swinging me 
Bars won't hold me but a little while 
If Mama don't forget the file 

Oh, Mama bake a sugar cake 
For your loving child 
Oh, ho ho ho, Mama bake a sugar cake 
For your poor imprisoned child 
Mama bake a sugar cake 
Oh, but Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama 
Oh please Mama, don't forget the file! 

That crooked lawyer, that son-of-a-gun 
He said I had the case all but won 
My baby said she'd testify for me 
That I was innocent as I could be 
And when she got up on the witness stand 
She told the judge that I was the guilty man 
And hand in hand they left the trial 
Oh, Mama don't forget the file!