Doin’ My Time LyricsOn this old rock pile, with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart and worried mind
When that old judge looked down and smiled
He said: I'll put you on that good road for a while, Lord, Lord
I've gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart and worried mind
It won't be long, Just a few more days
I'll settle down and quit my rowdy ways, Lord, Lord
With that gal of mine, with that gal of mine
She'll be waiting for me when I've done my time
When I've done my time
