It was December the sixth 1983
I was doin' time for armed robbery
At four in the morning, I was sitting in my cell
I heard a whistle blow, and I heard somebody yell

Elwood sang into the microphone as the rest of the band joined in on the chorus.

There's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
Up in cell block number nine

Our warden said Come out with your hands up in the air
If you don't stop this riot you're all gonna get the chair
And Scarface Jones said It's too late to quit
Pass the dynamite, don't you give me any shit

Elwood looked over at Jake who winked at him through the Raybans he wore. This is what they did and they loved it. The loved singing the blues with a passion. Even though they were in jail it didn't matter. At least they got permission to do little gigs like this every now and then. That's what made his and Jake's sentence that much bearable.

There's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
Up in cell block number nine

On the 47th hour the nerve gas got our men
We're all back in our cells but every now and then

There's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
Up in cellblock number nine
Up in cellblock number nine
Up in cellblock number nine

They finished up the song and when they did all the other inmates began to clap wildly.

The gig was finished and the band began to take their instruments and head to their cells as did Jake and Elwood who shared a the bands cells were on cell block number nine.

The officer escorting Jake and Elwood stopped in front of their cell and opened it. Standing bac he waited for Jake and Elwood to go inside. Just as he was closing the door the other officers escorting the rest of the band opened up their jail cells and let them inside Just as Jake and Elwood's officer was about to walk away he looked at them both and said with a hint of a smile, " Nice show today Blues'," acknowledging both brothers. After saying this he walked away with the other escort officers.

Once all the police where out of the cell block Willie spoke up.

"Ok we've been in this place for over a year and a half. How much longer till we get paroled?"

"Well," Tom began, " Mr. Mercer came in and talked to Jake so let's ask him."

"Jake?"

Jake looked up and sighed, " He said you guys get paroled two weeks after the new year. So there you go, two more weeks. As for me and Elwood well we're gonna be in here for a while."

Elwood nodded even though the only person who could see him was Jake since the police strategically placed the band cells apart from each other.

"Yeah well keep up the good behavior and Mercer will probably move your parole hearing up," Murph said.

Mr. Fabulous just rolled his eyes because Murph was always trying to see the brighter side of things.

"Yeah. Wouldn't count on it," Jake said slightly unbelieving, "Move Elwood."

Elwood got up from the spot he'd been sitting on the bottom bunk and climbed up on the top. Removing his hat he hung it on the bed peg then he lay down. Jake laid down on his bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Before 'lights out' was called every single band member was asleep. Everyone except Elwood.

Elwood lay there staring into the dark room through his dark glasses and sighed. Maybe Murph was right and Jake was just a pessimist. Deciding that was true Elwood let his mind stop wondering about that and let sleep takeover.