文本歌词

99 Year Blues - Harry Smith
Lyrics by：DR
Bring me my pistol three rounds of ball
I'm gonna kill everybody whopped the poor boy along
Poor boy along poor boy along poor boy along
On a Monday I was arrested on a Tuesday I was tried
The judge found me guilty
And I hung my head and cried
Lord and cried Lord and cried Lord and cried Lord and cried
Lord and cried
Says what would be my fine
Says A pick and a shovel way down Joe Brown's coal mine
Coal mine coal mine coal mine coal mine coal mine
Be light on me judge I ain't been here before
Give you ninety-nine years don't come back here no more
No more no more no more no more my Lord
Be light on me judge ain't been here before
Give you ninety-nine years don't come back here no more
No more no more my Lord