Oh, help me in my weaknessI heard the drifters sayAs they carried him from the courtroomAnd were taking him awayMy trip has been a heavy oneAnd my time, it isn't longAnd I still do not knowWhat I'm going to doAnd what it was that I've done wrongWell, the judge, he cast his rope asideA tear came to his eyeYou failed to understand, he saidWhy must you even try?Outside the crowd was stirringYou could hear it from the doorInside the judge was stepping downWhile the jury cried for moreOh, stop that cursing juryCried the attendant and the nurseThe trial was bad enoughBut this is teen times workYou'll be just fineWe know the truthTelling liesAnd faith called to youKnow that you're not aloneThe truth does not lieIt's not just a dreambolt of lightningstruck the courthouseout of sheepAnd while everybodyknelt to praythe driftyou did escape