High Sheriff Blues

Get in trouble at Belzoni, there ain't no use a screamin' and cryin', hmm
 Get in trouble in Belzoni, ain't no use a screamin' and cryin', hmm
 Mister Will will take you back to Belzoni Jail House flyin'
 Let me tell you folksies how he treated me, eeh
 Let me tell you folksies how he treated me, eeh
 An' he put me in a cellar, just as dark as it could be
 It was late one evenin' Mister Purvis was standin' 'round, hmm
 It was late one evenin' Mister Purvis was standin' 'round, hmm
 Mister Purvis told Mister Will to let poor Charley down
 It takes booze and blues, Lord, to carry me through, hmm
 Takes booze and blues, Lord, to carry me through, hmm
 But it did seem like years in a jail house where there ain't no booze
 I got up one mornin', feelin' awe ..., hmm
 I got up one mornin', feelin' mighty bad, hmm
 An' it might not a been them Belzoni Jail I had
 (Blues I had, boys)
 While I was in trouble, ain't no use a screamin' ..., hmm
 When I was in prison, ain't no use a screamin and cryin'
 Mister Purvis the onliest man could ease that pain of mine