First Chapter:
Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow love, hear the wind blow
Hang your over, hear the wind blow
Write me a letter, send it by mail;
Send it in care of Birmingham jail.
Birmingham jail, love, Birmingham jail;
Send it in care of Birmingham jail.
Won’t they let her go to the women’s prison where Martha Stewart went, Alderson Pence? She got all the prisoners doing arts and crafts, I hear, though they weren’t allowed any scissors, or knitting needles, etc.