Judge Harsh Blues (Take 2)

歌詞

"Good morning judge, what may be my fine? Good morning judge, what may be my fine?" "Fifty dollars, eleven twenty-nine" They arrest me for murder, I ain't never harmed a man 'Rest me for murder, I ain't harmed a man Women hollerin' murder, Lord, I ain't raised my hand I ain't got nobody to get me out on bond I ain't got nobody to get me out on bond I would not mind, but I ain't done nothing wrong Please, Judge Horace, make it light as you possibly can Please, Judge Horace, make it light as you possibly can I ain't did no work, Judge, in I don't know when My woman come a-runnin' with a hundred dollars in her hand Woman come a-runnin' with a hundred dollars in her hand Cryin', "Judge, Judge, please spare my man!" "One hundred dollars won't do, better run and get your three One hundred dollars won't do, better run and get your three I can keep your man from penitentiary" Baby, 'cause I'm arrested, please don't grieve and moan 'Cause I'm arrested, baby, don't grieve and moan Penitentiary seems just like my home People all talkin' 'bout what they will do Judge, people all talkin' 'bout what they will do If they had justice, they'd be in penitentiary too