Furry Lewis - 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