Whistle: D# Bb F Cm She grabbed a guard and stole his keys unlocked the cells And set us free and we ran and caught our pants on the old barbed wire We hit the dirt we hit the road we jumped the fence We kissed a toad and we hollared at the ladies In the churchyard choir The jailhouse is on fire The jailhouse is on fire I hopped a train and headed west free woman now just like the rest All the hobos on the line called me a liar The train it choked and spewed and spat and coal smoke billow (guitartabs.cc)