Send Me To The 'Lectric Chair

Looking for My Man Blues - Bessie Smith

Written by：Bessie Smit/Smith

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 whith 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