Cell #33 - David Allan Coe

Someone call the doctor

Tell him that I’m sick

Say my woman left me

And he better come real quick

I got a broken heart for certain

With symptoms I can see

Someone call the doctor

Tell him Cell Thirty-Three

Well I been in this prison

For five long years it seems

Today I got a dear John letter

That shattered all my dreams

I got a broken heart for certain

With symptoms I can see

Someone call the doctor

Tell him Cell Thirty-Three

I been sawing on these bars so long

I wanna shout

I’m getting out of this place soon

Of that there is no doubt

Find me hanging here tomorrow

If they don’t come with the key

Someone call the doctor

Tell him Cell Thirty-Three