Furry Lewis Judge Harsh Blues Lyrics

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