Pistol Pete Wearn & the Wildwood Flowers - In a Cold Cold Jail Lyrics

I used to sip champagne on ocean liners
No man was richer no clothes were finer
I would dine each night on veal and quail
Now I'm here in a cold cold jail

I was the toast of the town a man of wealth and power
I wrote my name on a golden tower
I was lord of an empire of epic scale
Now I'm here in a cold cold jail

Now there never was a mistress who was quite so funny
So queer and fickle as the lady money
Now I haven't got a penny to pay my bail
So I'm here in a cold cold jail

Well life was easy and life was sweet
Streets paved with dollar bills were at my feet
I could buy anything in a world for sale
Now I'm here in a cold cold jail

I used to have fast cars and have fast blonds
And have eight million dollars in mortgage bonds
Now it seems that things have gone off the rails
And I'm here in a cold cold jail

Well oysters were shucked and corks were popped
Then we watched in terror as the market dropped
And the judge said "wrongdoing can't prevail"
So I'm here in a cold cold jail
So nemesis comes from grace I fall
Now I scratch the days in my cell wall
Oh hear my story hear my tale
I'm here in a cold cold jail