Belzona Blues Songtext
von Stefan Grossman

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)