The big courtroom was crowded while the jury heard my plea,
I said, "Sir I'm not guilty of the crimes you're accusing me,"
I guess no one believed me for they only turned away,
To tell the judge their verdict while I bowed my head to pray.

I heard my mother weeping when the judge said "Guilty Son,
I'll have to give you life now for the crime that you have done."
She cried, "Don't take my darlin' he means the world to me,
He's all I have to live for, I pray you'll set him free."




"His father was a drunkard, went away left us alone,
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I washed to earna living and to raise our darling son,
Now if you take him from me, his face no more I'll see.
Just put your son in his place, his mother's here with me."

The Judge sat there with head bowed, at first did not reply,
And then I saw him wipin' a teardrop from his eyes.
He motioned to the jury, "This sentance can't be done,
God bless you darlin' mother, I still love you and my son."

[From the Album: "At KWKH"
Songwriters/Composers: Carl Story; Lowell Blanchard;
Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2010]

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