Chords:

"Oh,[G] help me in my weakness,"

I heard the[C/g] drifter[G] say,

As they[G] carried him from the courtroom

And were taking[C/G] him a[G]way.

"My[G] trip hasn't been a pleasant one

And my time it[C/g] isn't long,

And I[G] still do not know

What it was that[C/g] I've done[G] wrong."

Well, the[G] judge, he cast his robe aside,

A tear came[C/g] to his[G] eye,

"You[G] fail to understand," he said,

"Why must you[C/g] even[G] try?"

[G]Outside, the crowd was stirring,

You could hear it[C/g] from the[G] door.

In[G]side, the judge was stepping down,

While the jury[C/g] cried for[G] more.

"Oh,[G] stop that cursed jury,"

Cried the attendant[C/g] and the[G] nurse,

"The[G] trial was bad enough,

But this is[C/g] ten times[G] worse."

Just[G] then a bolt of lightning

Struck the courthouse[C/g] out of[G] shape,

And while[G] ev'rybody knelt to pray

The drifter[C/g] did es[G]cape.