Their Crime in Louisianiraq

[Hardy Parkerson]

THEIR CRIME IN LOUISIANIRAQ

I visit prisons all the time;
They're filled with men
Whose greatest crime
Is that they haven't got a dime.

They languish in their prison cells,
Unable there to make their bails;
For the higher that their bonds are set
The more money that the judges get.

Presumed innocent, they serve their time,
Are not convicted of a crime;
But despairing in a prison cell,
They plead guilty to GET OUT OF JAIL.

So here's a story that ain't so funny:
Lots of men in jail for lack of money.
Money will buy your way outta jail;
But without any money, you'll rot in your cell.

But if you've got money, honey,
Freedom's on its way;
You can buy the best lawyer in town,
Or even the best D.A.

But deprived of friends and family
And the comforts of their homes,
Sitting in a cold, dark prison cell,
They await a trial which never comes.

Their trial dates finally arrive,
And are they ever glad;
'Till they learn the jury's been sent home,
And are they ever sad!

Their trial dates passed over once again,
As they languish in their cell;
'Till one day they up and plead guilty
Just to GET OUT OF JAIL.

And so, my friends, as you can see,
That's not the way it's s'posed to be!

Cajunista Lawyer
Bayou Bleu, Louisianiraq