Fifty Years Repentin by Bob Miller Lyrics

Fifty years repentin’ in old San Quentin
Fifty years in the penitentiary
Oh there ain’t no time a his’n
When a man is stuck in prison
Reckon that’s a hell of a place to be

For Fifty Years…….beans and fat
For Fifty years……. You could choke on that
Rather be a buzzard flyin’ free
Oh, there ain’t no time for his’n
When a man is stuck in prison
Brother, that’s a hell of a place to be



For Fifty Years…….beans and fat
For Fifty years……. You could choke on that
Warden would’st thou care if ladies call
Maggie’s head is sort of thickie
And she tires out so quickie
But I know she’s better than nothin’ at all
Fifty years repentin’ in old San Quentin
Just for walkin’ into a jewelry store
Can you figure that old Smackie
Stuck his head ‘neath my blackjackie
I forgave him but the old judge was sore

For Fifty Years…….beans and fat
For Fifty years……. You could choke on that
Ain’t no place like home for honest men
Can you figure that old Smackie
Stuck his head ‘neath my blackjackie
Just for that it’s 50 years in the pen

For Fifty Years…….beans and fat
For Fifty years……. You could choke on that
Wonder what makes old Niagara fall
There’s a man here from the westie
That has hair upon his chestie
But he ain’t got none on his head at all

Fifty years repentin’ in old San Quentin
Fifty years in the penitentiary
Oh, this pen done got to smellin’
But there is no use in yellin’
Brother, it’s a hell of place to be
For Fifty Years…….beans and fat
For Fifty years……. You could choke on that
Warden, Warden, pin a rose on me
Oh, this pen done got to smellin’
But there is no use in yellin’
Brother, it’s a hell of place to be

Fifty years repentin’ in old San Quentin
Fifty years in the penitentiary
Anything gotten for nothin’
Will eventually turn out rotten
Prison isn’t such a good place to be

For Fifty Years…….beans and fat
For Fifty years……. You could choke on that
Wonder who’s lovin’ my sweet Magee
Oh, I know I’m not forgotten
By the girl I got for nuttin’
Prison is a hell of a place to be

For Fifty Years…….beans and fat
For Fifty years……. You could choke on that
I don’t like the penitentiary
Oh, I wish that I could diddle
Like the man that plays the fiddle
Warden, dear, oh, why don’t you set me free?