Send Me to the ’lectric Chair Songtext
von Bessie Smith & Her Blue Boys

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

Judge, judge, hear me dear judge
I love him so dear
I cut him with my barlow
I kicked him in the side
I stood there 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