| Get in trouble at Belzoni
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| There ain’t no use a screamin' and cryin'
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| Get in trouble in Belzoni
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| There ain’t no use a screamin' and cryin'
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| Mr. Will will take you back
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| To Belzoni jail house flyin'
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| Le' me tell you folksies
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| How he treated me
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| Le' me tell you folksies
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| How he treated me
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| An' he put me in a cellar
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| Just as dark as it could be
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| There I laid one evenin'
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| Mr. Purvis was standin' 'round
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| There I laid one evenin'
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| Mr. Purvis was standin' 'round
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| Mr. Purvis told Mr. Will
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| To let poor Charley down
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| It takes booze and blues, Lord
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| To carry me through
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| Takes booze and blues, Lord
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| To carry me through
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| But it did seem like years
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| In a jail house where there is no boo'
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| I got up one mornin'
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| Feelin' awe, hmm
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| I got up one mornin'
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| Feelin' mighty bad, hmm
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| An' it might not a been
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| Them Belzoni jail I had
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| (Blues I had, boys)
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| While I was in trouble
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| Ain’t no use a screamin'
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| When I was in prison
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| It ain’t no use a screamin and cryin'
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| Mr. Purvis the onliest man
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| Could ease that pain of mine |