Get in trouble at Belzoni, there ain't no use a-screamin'
Get in trouble in Belzoni, there ain't no use a-screamin'
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, just 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
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
While I was in trouble, ain't no use a-screamin'
When I was in prison, it ain't no use a-screamin and
Mr. Purvis the onliest man could, ease that pain of mine