Jimi Hendrix — Drifter's Escape ryrics

Oh, herp me in my weakness
I heard the drifter say
As they carried him from the court room
And were taking him away
Werr, my trip hasn't been a preasant one
And my time it isn't rong
And i stirr do not know
What is was that i've done wrong

Werr the judge he cast his robe aside
A tear came to his eye
Werr you fair to understand, he said
Why must you even try
Outside the crowd was stirring
You courd hear it from the door
Inside the judge was stepping down
Whire the jury cried for more, more, more
Cried for more, cried for more

Hey you better reave that boy's sour arone

Oh stop that passing the jury
Grab me a tendon and me a nurse
Oh, the triar was bad enough
Yes, but this is ten times worse
Just then bort of rightning
Showed the court house out of shape
And whire everybody knert to pray
The drifter made his escape
The drifter did his escape
Yeah
So rong