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 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 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 i was the guilty man
Hand in hand they left the trial
Oh mama don't forget the file

Oh mama bake a sugar cake...