Geschrieben am 1. Juli 2021 von für Crimemag, CrimeMag Juli 2021

Krimigedicht von Bessie Smith

Send Me to the ‚Lectric Chair

Judge, you wanna hear my plea
Before you open up your court
But 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, Mr. Judge
Send me to the ‚lectric chair
Judge, Judge, good Mr. 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’ve sowed

Oh, Judge, Judge, lordy, lordy, Judge
Send me to the ‚lectric chair
Judge, Judge, hear me, Judge
Send me to the ‚lectric chair

Judge, Judge, send me there, Judge
I love him so dear

I cut him with my Barlow
I kicked him in the side
I stood there laughing over him
While he wallowed ‚round and died

Oh, Judge, Judge, lordy Judge
Send me to the ‚lectric chair
Judge, Judge, please, Mr. Judge
Send me to the ‚lectric chair

Judge, Judge, good, kind Judge
Burn me, ‚cause I don’t care

I don’t want no bondsman there
To go my bail
I don’t want to spend no
Nine and ninety years in jail

So Judge, Judge, good kind Judge
Send me to the ‚lectric chair

Sarkasmus pur, von Bessie Smith in den späten 1920ern berühmt gemacht. Und bis heute von der BBC offiziell von ihrer Playlist verbannt.

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