BR: Down in the Valley

A ballad revised

Down in the valley, valley so low, 
I got a hangover drinking Old Crow.  
I was locked up in the Birmingham jail,
The wind was blowing, a regular gale. 

You sent me a letter in Birmingham
And told me how sweet and beloved I am. 
So I quit drinking and I got a saw
And cut through the bars and escaped from the law.