Bob Dylan – Drifters Escape (Guitar)

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"Oh, help me in my weakness,"

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I heard the drifter say,

        G              
As they carried him from the courtroom

                C/G  G     
And were taking him away.

    G
"My trip hasn't been a pleasant one

               C/G   G      
And my time it isn't long,

                 C/G       G
What it was that I've done wrong."

      G 
Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside,

            C/G    G
A tear came to his eye,

     G
"You fail to understand," he said,

              C/G  G
"Why must you even try?"

   G
Outside, the crowd was stirring,

                  C/G      G
You could hear it from the door.

               C/G       G
While the jury cried for more.

     G
"Oh, stop that cursed jury,"

             C/G            G
Cried the attendant and the nurse,

     G
"The trial was bad enough,

            C/G       G
But this is ten times worse."

     G
Just then a bolt of lightning

                      C/G    G
Struck the courthouse out of shape,

            C/G  G    
The drifter did escape.