Bob Dylan - Drifter's Escape | Текст песни

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• Bob Dylan
• Drifter's Escape

Oh, help me in my weakness

I heard the drifter say

As they carried him from the courtroom

And were taking him away

My trip hasn't been a pleasant one

And my time it isn't long

And I still do not know

What it was that I've done wrong.

Well, the judge he cast his robe aside

A tear came to his eye

You failed to understand, he said

Why must you even try ?

Outside the crowd was stirring

You could hear it from the door

Inside the judge was stepping down

While the jury cried for more.

Oh, stop that cursed jury

Cried the attendant and the nurse

The trial was bad enough

But this is ten times worse

Just then a bolt of lightning

Struck the courthouse out of shape

And while ev'rybody knelt to pray

The drifter did escape.