Send Me to the ’Lectric Chair Bessie Smith

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