"Good morning judge, what may be my fine?
"Good morning judge, what may be my fine?"
"Fifty dollars, eleven twenty-nine"
They arrest me for murder, I ain't never harmed a man
'rest me for murder, Lord I ain't harmed a man
Women hollerin' murder, 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 Horace, make it light as you possibly can
Please Judge Horace, make it light as you possibly can
I ain't did no work, Judge, in I don't know when."
My woman come a-runnin' with a hundred dollars in her hand
Come a-runnin' mama with a hundred dollars in her hand
Cryin', "Judge, please spare my man."
"One hundred dollars won't do, better run and get your three
One hundred dollars won't do, better run and get your three
I can keep your man from penitentiary."
Baby I'm arrested, please don't grieve and moan
'Cause I'm arrested, baby, please don't grieve and moan
Penitentiary seem just like my home
People all hollerin' 'bout what in the world they will do
Judge, the people hollerin' 'bout what in the world they will do
Lord if the people had justice, they'd be in penitentiary too