Ninety-Nine Year Blues

Bring me my pistol
Please rouse the boss
I wanna kill ev'rybody
Won't be a poor boy lost

Poor boy, lost
Poor boy, lost
Poor boy, lost

On a Monday I was arrested
On a Tuesday I was tried
An the jury found me guilty
An I hung my head an cried

Lord, an cried
Lord, an cried
Lord, an cried
Lord, an cried

(guitar)

'Till I asked the judge
What will be my fine?
Here's a pick and a shovel
Get 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 befo'
Give ya niney-nine years
Don't come back here, no mo'

No mo', no mo'
No mo', no mo'
How long?

(guitar)

Be light on me judge
I ain't been here befo'
Give ya niney-nine years
Don't come back here, no mo'

No mo', no mo'
No mo',
How, Lord
So, long.