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