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