Black Prisoner #1:
We all got the miseries in here. All of us. Don't make no difference what you in fer. Don't make no difference where the jail is. Comes night, you start to thinkin' and the miseries get ya.
Black Prisoner #2:
It sho' does. That's why we all here.
Black Prisoner #3 in Cell:
Why sho 'nuff, man.
Baritone Singer in Jail Cell:
[singing]
My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants, My mama done told me, Son, A woman will sweet-talk and give you the big eye, But when that sweet talkin's done, A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing, Leave you to sing the Blues in the Night...
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