High Sheriff Blues

Get in trouble at Belzoni, there ain't no use a screamin' and cryin', hmm Get in trouble in Belzoni, ain't no use a screamin' and cryin', hmm Mister Will will take you back to Belzoni Jail House flyin' Let me tell you folksies how he treated me, eeh Let me tell you folksies how he treated me, eeh An' he put me in a cellar, just as dark as it could be It was late one evenin' Mister Purvis was standin' 'round, hmm It was late one evenin' Mister Purvis was standin' 'round, hmm Mister Purvis told Mister Will to let poor Charley down It takes booze and blues, Lord, to carry me through, hmm Takes booze and blues, Lord, to carry me through, hmm But it did seem like years in a jail house where there ain't no booze I got up one mornin', feelin' awe ..., hmm I got up one mornin', feelin' mighty bad, hmm An' it might not a been them Belzoni Jail I had (Blues I had, boys) While I was in trouble, ain't no use a screamin' ..., hmm When I was in prison, ain't no use a screamin and cryin' Mister Purvis the onliest man could ease that pain of mine