Waiting for the Evening Mail

I went by the jail this morning
 I heard a hard luck brother moan
 I'm here, right where I don't belong
 I never done no wrong
 As I passed by his window, I could hear him singing this song
 Sitting on the inside, looking at the outside
 Waiting for the evening mail
 Lordy what a feeling, four walls and a ceiling, judge
 I mean that lowdown jail separated me from everything but the evening mail
 I'm like a ship without a sail
 Wrote my one time mama, down in Jacksonville
 Said sweet mama I'm in jail
 Now honey please don't fail me, hurry now and mail me bail
 It's been a year ago, I'm still on the inside, looking at the outside
 Waiting for the evening mail
 I'm like a ship without a sail
 Wrote my one time mama, down in Jacksonville
 Said sweet mama I'm in jail
 Now honey please don't fail me, hurry now and mail me bail
 It's been a year ago, I'm still on the inside, looking at