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I got the blues for my baby
She got the blues for
I say me

Blues for my baby
She got the blues for me
But I can't see my baby
And she can't see me

I'm gonna be condemned
Early tomorrow
I say morn

Gonna be condemned
Early tomorrow morn
But I am not guilty
'Cause I ain't done no body wrong

My crime, my crime, I
Really can't under-
I say stand

My crime, my crime, I
Really can't understand
They got me 'scused of murder
And I never harmed a man

Baby, please come down be-
Fore my trial
I say day
Will you please come down
On my trial day
So when I be condemned
You can wipe my tears away

There's no need to cry
And no need to
weep and mourn
They ain't no need to cry
No need to weep and mourn
Just try to get some body
To go on my bond

I think it's gonna be weeping
I begin to
I say mourn
It's gonna be weeping
I begin to mourn
Said I'm a poor boy, yeah
I sure ain't got no home

The jury found me guilty
The judge say, Listen
I say here

The jury found me guilty
The judge say, Listen here
It ain't no fine for you
Get ready for the electric chair
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