G * "Oh, help me in my weakness," C/g G * I heard the drifter say, As they trip hasn't been a pleasant one C/g * And my time it isn't long, And I still do not know C/g G What it was that I've done wrong." Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside, A tear came to his eye, "You fail to understand," he said, "Why must you even try?" Outside, the crowd was stirring, You could hear it from the door. Inside, the judge was stepping down, While the jury cried for more. (xguitar.com)