Текст песни Dinah Washington - 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, 'cause I 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, judge, 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 sow. 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 here laughing o'r him, while he wallowed around 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 one 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.
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