Well, I used to be an angel   I guess my wings got torn   I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble   Ever since that I've been born   Ever since that I've been born      And I used to have a best friend   A girl for to be my bride   I had everything that a man could want   I believed, I was satisfied   I believed, I was satisfied      But as I come home one evening   The moon was hanging high   I felt something wrong, something must be going on   And a black cat passed me by, yeah   A black cat passed me by      I peeked on through my keyhole   Now tell me what did I see?   I saw my gal and my best friend   In a bed that belonged to me, oh   A bed that belonged to me      So I went and grabbed my shotgun   You know how the story goes   Gonna find me on a chain, digging ditches in the rain   I'll be wearing them county clothes, Lord   I'll be wearing them county clothes      Well, the jury found me guilty   I heard that gavel sound   And the only friend who would have thrown my bail   Was six feet underground   I fill six feet underground      Oh Lord, I'm feeling lowdown   And nothing to call mine   Gonna spend my days, wasting all away   In cell block #9, oh   A cell block #9, alright