Belzona Blues

Now when your trial is in Belzona
 'Ain't no use in fussin' and cryin'
 (Mm-hmm)
 Now when your trial is in Belzona
 'Ain't no use in fussin' and cryin'
 (Mm-hmm)
 'Cause Mr Webb will take you back to the Belzona jailhouse cryin'
 (Oh yes he will)
 Now let me tell you, people
 How he treated poor me
 (Mm-hmm)
 Now let me tell you, folks
 Just how he treated poor me
 (Mm-hmm)
 You know he locked me in a cell
 It was dark as it could be
 (Oh yes he did)
 Now there I lay one mornin'
 Mr Brevis was standing around
 (Mm-hmm)
 Now, there I lay one mornin'
 Mr Brevis was standing around
 (Mm-hmm)
 Now Mr Brevis called Mr Webb
 To let poor Charlie down
 (He sure did)
 You know now some people say that
 The Belzona booze ain't bad
 (Mm-hmm)
 Yeah, some people say that
 The Belzona booze ain't bad
 (Mm-hmm)
 Well then it must not have been
 The Belzona booze I had
 (For some booze I really had.)
 And it takes a booze of booze
 Lord, to carry me through
 (Mm-hmm)
 Yes, it takes a booze of booze
 Lord, to carry me through
 (Mm-hmm)
 Well now the days seem just like years
 In the jailhouse where there ain't no booze
 (They sure, Lord, do)