I was riding Number Nine
Headin' south from Carolin'
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Got in trouble, had to roam
Just a kid actin' smart
I went and broke my darlin's heart
I guess I was too young to know
They took me off the Georgia Main
Locked me to a ball and chain
All alone I bear the shame
I'm a number, not a name
I'll be locked here in this cell
Til my body's just a shell
And my hair turns whiter than snow
I'll never see that gal of mine
Lord, I'm in Georgia doing time