Judge Harsh Blues - Furry Lewis

Good morning judge, what may be my fine?

Good morning judge, what may be my fine?

Fifty dollars, eleven twenty-nine

They 'rest me for murder, I ain’t harmed a man

'Rest me for murder, I ain’t harmed a man

Women hollerin' murderer, 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 Harsh, make it light 's you pos’bly can

Please Judge Harsh, make it light 's you pos’bly can

I ain’t did no work judge since I don’t know when

My woman come runnin' with a hundred dollars in her hand

Woman come runnin' with a hundred dollars in her hand

Cryin' Judge, judge, please spare my man

Woman, hundred won’t do, better run and get you three

Woman, hundred won’t do, better run and get you three

That’ll 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 seem just like my home

People all talking 'bout what they will do

Judge all talking 'bout what they will do

If they had justice he’d be in penitentiary too