Текст песни Smith Bessie - Send Me To The `lectric Chair
Smith Bessie - Send Me To The `lectric Chair слова песни
Judge you wanna hear my pleaBefore you open up your courtBut I don`t want no sympathy`Cause I done cut my good man`s throatI caught him whith a trifling JaneI warned him `bout beforeI had my knife and went insaneAnd the rest you ought to knowJudge, judge, please mister judge,Send me to the `lectric chairJudge, judge, good mister judge,Let me go away from hereI wanna take a journeyTo the devil down belowI done killed my manI wanna reap just what I sowOh judge, judge, lordy lordy judgeSend me to the `lectric chairJudge, judge, hear me judgeSend me to the `lectric chairI love him so dearI cut him with my barlow (?)I kicked him in the sideI stood here laughing o`r himWhile he wallowed around and diedOh judge, judge, lordy judgeSend me to the `lectric chairJudge, judge, sweet mister judgeSend me to the `lectric chairJudge, judge, good kind judgeBurn me `cause I don`t careI don`t want no one good mayorTo go my bailI don`t want to spend noNinety-nine years in jailSo judge, judge, good kind judgeSend me to the `lectric chair