99 Year Blues

歌詞

Bring me my pistol, three rounds of ball I'm gonna kill everybody whopped the poor boy along Poor boy along, poor boy along, poor boy along On a Monday I was arrested, on a Tuesday I was tried And the judge found me guilty and I hung my head and cried Lord, and cried, Lord, and cried, Lord, and cried, Lord, and cried Says, I asked the judge what might be my fine Says, "A pick and a shovel way down Joe Brown's coal mine" Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine "Be light on me, judge, I ain't been here before" "Give you ninety-nine years, don't come back here no more" No more, no more, no more, my Lord "Be light on me, judge, ain't been here before" "Give you ninety-nine years, don't come back here no more" No more, no more, no more, my Lord, no more