Judge Harsh Blues lyrics

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
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