Tom: A
G
"Oh, help me in my weakness,"
C/G
G
I heard the drifter say,
G
As they carried him from the courtroom
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G
And were taking him away.
G
"My trip hasn't been a pleasant one
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G
And my time it isn't long,
And I still do not know
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G
What it was that I've done wrong."
G
Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside,
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G
A tear came to his eye,
G
"You fail to understand," he said,
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G
"Why must you even try?"
G
Outside, the crowd was stirring,
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G
You could hear it from the door.
Inside, the judge was stepping down,
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G
While the jury cried for more.
G
"Oh, stop that cursed jury,"
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G
Cried the attendant and the nurse,
G
"The trial was bad enough,
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G
But this is ten times worse."
G
Just then a bolt of lightning
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G
Struck the courthouse out of shape,
And while ev'rybody knelt to pray
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G
The drifter did escape.