Send Me To The 'Lectric Chair - Bessie Smith, Fletcher Henderson, James P. Johnson

Judge, your Honour, hear my plea

Before you open up your court

I don’t want no sympathy

'Cause I done cut my good man’s throat

I caught him with a trifling Jane

I warned him 'bout before

I had my knife and went insane

And the rest you ought to know

Judge, Judge, please Mister Judge

Send me to the 'lectric chair

Judge, Judge, good Mister Judge

Let me go away from here

I wanna take a journey

To the devil down below

I done killed my man

I wanna reap just what I sow

Judge, Judge, good Mister Judge

Send me to the 'lectric chair

Judge, Judge, oh Lordy Judge

I love him so dear

I cut him with my barlow

I kicked him in the side

I stood here laughing o’r him

While he wallowed around and died

Oh Judge, Judge, good Mister Judge

Send me to the 'lectric chair

Judge, Judge, sweet Mister Judge

Send me to the 'lectric chair

Judge, Judge, good kind Judge

Burn me, I don’t care

I don’t want no one good mayor

To go my bail

I don’t want to spend no

Ninety-nine years here in jail

Oh Judge, Judge, sweet Mister Judge

Send me to the 'lectric chair

Judge, Judge, good kind Judge

Send me to the 'lectric chair

I don’t want no one good mayor

To go my bail

I don’t want to spend no

Ninety-nine years here in jail

Oh Judge, Judge, sweet Mister Judge

Send me to the 'lectric chair

Judge, Judge, good kind Judge

Send me to the 'lectric chair