Big laws, keep on spurnin'
Get me in trouble once again
Pullin' heists around the southland
I guess I'll be back in the pen
It's a horrible den, yes

Well, I saw the judge and that old jury
Well, I saw that gavel comin' down
Well, I think they just threw the book at me
A guilty man I think they all found, anyhow

Sweet home in the slamma'
In my ten by ten cell
Sweet home in the slamma'
Lord, I think that I've found Hell

I wrote a letter to the Governor
Told that dumbass what to do
Now all I get is bread and water
I should have not said "Eff You!"
Was the truth

Sweet home in the slamma'
In my ten by ten cell
Sweet home in the slamma'
Lord, I really hate the smell
(Look at scum in the slamma')

Now muscle boys got their "girlfriends"
And they've been known to knife a dude or two
Lord, they're takin' off the cuffs
They pick me out when they want a screw
Hey, what about him?

Sweet home in the slamma'
In my ten by ten cell
Sweet home in the slamma'
Lord, This ain't the place to dwell

Sweet home in the slamma'
Oh, I'm through, Baby
In my ten by ten cell
And the Governor's new
Sweet home in the slamma' --boredy
Lord, I think that I've found Hell
Yeah, and my cellmate's quite a dancer.....