Lyrics

I go out downtown with my girl
I get all dressed up and her hair is curled
I go out every night, me and my belle
When I go to sleep in my jail cell

Now I don’t have the money for a proper wedding ring
But to keep my girl happy I’d do anything
Sir, I’m not a bad man – the story I tell
Is for her love I sit in my cold cell

Ah, but she’s out there waitin’, waitin’ for me
With a smile on her face from a good memory
It’s not easy for me, not for me to say
How a ‘good memory’ goes bad on visiting day

Late night gas bar, security screen
Two figures caught out and one face was seen
I turned myself in – no ‘if, ands or buts’
She kept her share, I kept my mouth shut

Smoke stains the walls and the skin in the room
And the guys all know a Sunday smells like perfume
I wonder how much more a spirit can take
As I sit by myself on another visiting day

Ah, but she’s out there waitin’, waitin’ for me
With a smile on her face from a good memory
It’s not easy for me, not for me to say
How a ‘good memory’ goes bad on visiting day