Drifter's Escape Bob Dylan
[A]"Oh, help me in my weakness,"
I heard the dri[D]fter s[A]ay,
As they [A]carried him from the courtroom
And were taking hi[D]m a[A]way.
"My [A]trip hasn't been a pleasant one
And my time it is[D]n't [A]long,
And [A]I still do not know
What it was that I'[D]ve done [A]wrong."
Well, [A]the judge, he cast his robe aside,
A tear came to [D]his e[A]ye,
"You [A]fail to understand," he said,
"Why must you ev[D]en t[A]ry?"
Out[A]side, the crowd was stirring,
You could hear it fr[D]om the [A]door.
Ins[A]ide, the judge was stepping down,
While the jury cri[D]ed for m[A]ore.
"Oh, [A]stop that cursed jury,"
Cried the attendant a[D]nd the nu[A]rse,
"The [A]trial was bad enough,
But this is te[D]n times [A]worse."
Just [A]then a bolt of lightning
Struck the courthouse ou[D]t of [A]shape,
And w[A]hile ev'rybody knelt to pray
The drifter di[D]d esc[A]ape.
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