Drifter s escape — Bob Dylan

"Oh, help me in my weakness," C/g G I heard the drifter say, As they carried him from the courtroom C/g G And were taking him away. "My trip hasn't been a pleasant one

C/g And my time it isn't long, And I still do not know C/g G What it was that I've done wrong."

Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside, C/g G A tear came to his eye, "You fail to understand," he said, C/g G "Why must you even try?" Outside, the crowd was stirring, C/g G You could hear it from the door. Inside, the judge was stepping down, C/g G While the jury cried for more.

"Oh, stop that cursed jury," C/g G Cried the attendant and the nurse, "The trial was bad enough, C/g G But this is ten times worse." Just then a bolt of lightning C/g G Struck the courthouse out of shape, And while ev'rybody knelt to pray C/g G The drifter did escape.