作曲：

Get in trouble at Belzoni there ain't no use a screamin

And cryin

Get in trouble in Belzoni there ain't no use a screamin

And cryin

Mr Will will take you back to Belzoni jailhouse flyin

Le me tell you folksies how he treated me

Le me tell you folksies how he treated me

An he put me in a cellar as dark as it could be

There I laid one evenin Mr Purvis was standin round

There I laid one evenin Mr Purvis was standin round

Mr Purvis told Mr Will to let poor Charley down

It takes booze and blues Lord to carry me through

Takes booze and blues Lord to carry me through

But it did seem like years in a jailhouse where there is

No boo

I got up one mornin feelin awe hmm

I got up one mornin feelin mighty bad hmm

An it might not a been them Belzoni jail I had

Blues I had boys

I was in trouble ain't no use a screamin

When I was in prison ain't no use a screamin and

Cryin

Mr Purvis the onliest man could ease that pain of mine