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HIGH SHERIFF BLUES (Charley Patton) When the trial in Belzona, ain't no use to screamin' and cryin'. When the trial in Belzona, it ain't no use to screamin' and cryin'. Mr. Webb will take you back to Belzona jailhouse flyin'. Let me tell you folkses, how he treated me. (2) An' he put me in a cell, Lord. It was dark as it could be. Lay there late one evenin', Mr. Purvis was standin' 'round. It was late one evenin', Mr. Purvis was standin' 'round. Mr. Purvis told Mr. Webb to let poor Charley down. It takes boozy booze, Lord, to carry me through. Takes boozy booze, Lord, to carry me through. But the days seem like years in a jailhouse where there is no booze. I got up one mornin', feelin' awful ... I got up one mornin'; feelin' mighty bad. When it must not a been them, Belzona jail I had. (Blues I had, boy) I was in trouble, ain't no use to scream and.... When I was in prison, it ain't no use to screamin' and cry. Mr. Purvis own his mansion. He just pay no mind. [Same tune as "TOM RUSHEN BLUES." Belzona=Belzoni, Mississippi. @outlaw filename[ HISHERIF JW Feb07  8note Sheet |
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