The judge he pleaded
The clerk he wrote it
   The clerk he wrote it
   Down in detail
      The judge he pleaded
      The clerk he wrote it down
"No three time losers here 
You must be prison bound"

Some got six months
Some got one solid
   Some got one solid
   Guaranteed, Lord
      Some got six months
      Some got one solid year
Me and my buddy 
Both got a lifetime here

The corporation
It runs the prison
   It runs the prison
   Prison for profit
      The corporation
      It runs the prison tight
Nothin' but hard time here 
And you know that just ain't right

Some got six months
Some got one solid
   Some got one solid
   Guaranteed, Lord, Lord
      Some got six months
      Some got one solid year
But me and my buddy
We got a lifetime here

This started out back in the days of Prohibition as "Viola Lee Blues" by Cannon's Jug Stompers.  We first heard it from Jim Kweskin's Jug Band.  More recently, it was done by The Grateful Dead (remember them?).  But time has moved on, and some things are different now -- while others are much the same.  So the words of the song, and its title, have moved on to reflect the situation.  That's the Folk Process at work.