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