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Send Me To The Electric Chair

http://youtu.be/TZ6w5IlqhSk



Composer George Brooks

Originally Recorded by Bessie Smith 3-3-1927

Judge you wanna hear my plea
Before you open up your court
But I don't want no sympathy
'Cause I'm done, cut my good man's throat

I caught him with a trifling Jane
I warned him 'bout before
I had my knife and went insane
And the rest you ought to know

Judge, Judge, please mister Judge
Send me to the 'lectric chair
Judge, Jedge, good Mister Judge
Let me go away from here

I wanna take a journey
To the devil down below
I done killed my man
I wanna reap just what I've sowed

Oh Judge, Judge, Lordy Lordy Judge
Send me to the 'lectric chair
Judge, Judge, hear me Judge
Send me to the 'lectric chair

I love him so dear

I cut him with my barlow
I kicked him in the side
I stood there laughing over him
While he wallowed 'round and died

Oh Judge, Judge, Lordy Judge
Send me to the 'lectric chair
Judge, Judge, sweet mister Judge
Send me to the 'lectric chair

Judge, Judge, good kind Judge
Burn me 'cause I don't care

I don't want no good mayor
To go my bail
I don't want to spend no
Ninety-nine years in jail

So Judge, Judge, good kind Judge
Send me to the 'lectric chair

Judge you wanna hear my plea
Before you open up your court
But I don't want no sympathy




Sing Sing Prison Blues, 1924

http://youtu.be/cnsp6IS4GEs


Porter Granger & Freddie Johnson
Bessie Smith rec 8/12/24 NY



Gonna journey up the Hudson, goin' on a lonesome trail,
Gonna journey up the Hudson, goin' on a lonesome trail,
They can put me in the debt house, or keep me in Sing Sing jail.


I wrote in, asked the warder, why they call the jail "Sing Sing",
I wrote in, asked the warder, why they call the jail "Sing Sing",
He said, "Stand here by this rock pile and listen to them hammering"


The jury's in the courthouse, papers sellin' for fifty cents,
The jury's in the courthouse, papers sellin' for fifty cents,
All the jury's tryin' to jail me, my lawyer pleadin' self defence.


The judge says, "Listen Bessie, tell me why you killed your man",
The judge says, "Listen Bessie, tell me why you killed your man",
I said, "Judge, you ain't no woman and you can't understand".


You can send me up the river, or send me to that mean old jail,
You can send me up the river, or send me to that mean old jail,
I killed my man and I don't need no bail