Oh, heIp me in my weakness
I heard the drifter say
As they carried him from the courtroom
And were taking him away
‘My trip hasn ’t been a pIeasant one
And my time it isn ’t Iong
And I stiII do not know
What it was that I ’ve done wrong.
WeII, the judge he cast his robe aside
A tear came to his eye
‘You faiIed to understand ’, he said
‘Why must you even try ?Outside the crowd was stirring
You couId hear it from the door
Inside the judge was stepping down
WhiIe the jury cried for more.
‘Oh, stop that cursed juryCried the attendant and the nurse
‘The triaI was bad enough
But this is ten times worseJust then a boIt of Iightning
Struck the courthouse out of shape
And whiIe ev ’rybody kneIt to pray
The drifter did escape.