Woke up this morning, had the Lewisburg BluesWent to breakfast this morning, French toast was coldMeat was greasy, they ran out of milk for my bowlI went to the Warden ’bout the way we get fedHe said you lucky you ain’t getting’ water and breadI said Mr. Warden, that ain’t the rulesHe said, this is Lewisburg Penitentiary, it ain’t a thing you can doWoke up this morning, had the Lewisburg BluesI’m so hungry, I could eat my shoes