Classic Poem

When the trial's in Belzoni
Ain't no use in screaming and crying
Mmmmmm mmmm
When the trial's in Belzoni
Ain't no use a-screaming and crying
Mmmmmm mmmm
Mister Webb will take you
Back to Belzoni jailhouse flying

Let me tell you folkses
Ho-o-ow he treated me
Eeeeee eeee
Let me tell you folkses
Ho-ow he treated me
Eeeeee eeee
And he put me in a cell, lord
It was dark as it could be

It was late one evening
Mr. Purvis was standing 'round
Mmmmmm mmmm
It was late one evening
Mr. Purvis was standing 'round
Mmmmmm mmmm
Mr. Purvis told Mr. Webb to
Let poor Charlie down

It takes boozey booze,
Lord, to carry me through
Mmmmmm mmmm
Takes boozey booze,
Lord, to carry me through
Thirty days seem like years in a
Jailhouse where there is no booze

I got up one morning
Feeling awful —
Mmmmmm mmmm
I got up one morning
Feeling mighty bad
Mmmmmm mmmm
And it must not of been them
Belzoni jail I had
(Blues I had, boy)

While I was in trouble
Ain't no use a-screaming
Mmmmmm mmmm
While I was in prison
Ain't no use a-screaming and crying
Mr. Purvis on his mansion
He doesn't pay no mind