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# Title Principal Artiste Composers Lyricist / Date written Place Date recorded Matrix Label&cat.no. Additional Information
479 Eleven More Months And Ten More Days AB and the Radio Rhythm Five Art Fields / Fred Hall `31 w/m c/w London December 9, 1931 14044-2 EBW 5440 Probably the same group as the Tuff Guys
Eleven More Months And Ten More Days

Eleven More Months And Ten More Days

(Arthur Fields / Frederick Hall)

Al Bowlly and the Radio Rhythm Five


I’m in the lock-up 20 days, just 20 days ago
I met the judge, the kind old judge, who was feeling fine and so
He gave me just a year in jail
A sociable sort of gink
All on account of a gallon of beer that I thought I could drink

In eleven more months and ten more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In eleven more months and ten more days
They’re going to turn me loose

A visitor passing by my cell, just the other day
I called him from my window and I said now stranger say
Can you tell me what time it is
He looked me in the face, Now what do you care what time it is
You ain't going anyplace

In eleven more months and ten more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In eleven more months and ten more days
They’re going to turn me loose

A bird in another cell
Asked me "How long are you in here for?"
I told him, That i'd be here
Eleven months and ten days more

I'm here until tommor'said he
I said, you son of a gun
You're a luck guy. He said, am I?
Tomorrow, I'm gonna be hung

In eleven more months and ten more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In eleven more months and ten more days
They’re going to turn me loose

I'm in the prison once again
Just like I was before
I've got the same old stretch to do
Eleven months and ten more days more

I've got another year in jail
And here's the reason why
I didn't like the wife's new hat
So I socked her in the eye

In eleven more months and ten more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In eleven more months and ten more days
They’re going to turn me loose

Another guy with a ten year stretch got three years off his beef
For being a model prisoner, so I shook him by the mit
They're giving a celebration, for that lucky son of a gun
Because his pop's so proud to have such a son

In eleven more months and ten more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In eleven more months and ten more days
They’re going to turn me loose

Now we play football once a week
And you should see the score
Every player steals the goal
He's stolen things before
There's lots of folks who'd like
To come to see us when we play
But they built a wall around the place
To keep the crows away

In eleven more months and ten more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In eleven more months and ten more days
They’re going to turn me loose