The Clerk's Ballad by Jelly Roll Morton
I know you’ve got a man
I know you are a man
Try to marry him if you can
I know what the judge told me
I know what SCOTUS don't see
If you want a license, You'd better flee
I told you once, I’m not gonna tell you anymo’
I told you once, I’m not gonna tell you anymo’
Right into Hell ground your big sinful ass will go
I’m gonna tell Jesus, I’m gonna tell him ‘bout you
I’m gonna tell Jesus, I’m gonna tell him ‘bout you
They can't make me give you one, or anyone else, too
I don’t believe a thing that you say
That Jesus love them anyway
He hates them like he hates you,
Let me tell you, don’t want to tell you anymore
Let me tell you, don’t want to tell you anymore
No marriage license, now out the door
My employees all fear me
I will not let them free
No marriage licenses will there be
Liberty Council tried to save my ass
Liberty Council tried to save my ass
They are just a snake in the grass
They take cases they cannot win
And when they are done you're in the bin
Their coffers over flow with all the fools dough
Her trial came up, she was in front of the judge
Her trial came up, she was in front of the judge
Her attorney tried to give the judge a nudge
I’d rather be dead in my grave than defy my Lord
I’d rather be dead and green than marry two men
I’d be dead in grave, let me rot in the pen
In contempt! She must go to jail
In contempt! She must go to jail
Up the river, to Rowan County is her trail
She got in the jailhouse, they asked you what you there for?
Her inmates in the jailhouse: what are you here for?
She said, I defied the judge, that’s what I’m here for
You an idiot, that’s why you in jail
You a fool, that’s why you in jail
They had you pretty soon, they was on your trail
They brought that gal to the jailhouse gates
They brought that gal to the jailhouse gates
They brought that gal to the jailhouse gates
The keeper said, nothing is your task
Yes, the keeper said, nothing is your task
There’s anymore questions, don’t you forget to ask
Coffee and bread is all that you will get
Coffee and bread is all that you will get
Outside when it rain, you are sure to get wet
Time is comin’ that a woman don’t need no man
(That’s what she said when she was in jail)
Time is comin’ a woman don’t need no man
You can get it off with your beautiful hand
Woman, woman, what have you been doing?
Woman, woman, what have you been doing?
This jailhouse has brought you way out to ruin
I can’t have a man, so a woman is my next bet
I can’t have a man in here; a woman is my next bet
She said to a good-looking mama: baby, I’ll get you yet
They went to sleep that night, the other gal crawled in her bed
They went just to sleep that night, the other gal crawled in her bed
She said, I’m gonna get some of this cunt, you bitch, she said
She said, gal, when I get through you’ll think I’m a man
She said, when I get through you’ll think that I’m a man
I’m gonna fuck you bitch that you think I’m a man
She had a thing just the same as mine
She had a thing just the same as mine
We rub together – my, but it was fine
She said, I could learn to love you like I did that boy
She said, I should learn to love you like I did that boy
To play with my thing like that is pleasure like a toy
Every morning I want you to give me some of this good cunt you’ve got
Every morning I want you to give me some of this good cunt you’ve got
Because it sure is fine, it is good and hot
(piano solo)
I want you to screw me, screw me like a dog
Screw me behind, sweet bitch, screw me like a dog
When it gets good, I want to holler out like a hog
Years and years I could take a prick just like a mule
I could take a great big prick just like a great big mule
I found out what a big damn fool
I hustled night and day for those four men of mine
I hustled night and day for those four men of mine
Now I’m screwed, I’m behind the walls for a long time
Ask my sisters, please don’t be like me
Ask my sisters, please don’t be like me
It’s better to have the things you don’t want and go free
If the guards of heaven would show me how
If the gods of heaven would show me how
I could get away from here, I would leave right now
But I am to dumb to know
The simple thing that I have to do to go
and be free from this cell block row
I pray and pray and pray and pray and pray
I pray and pray and pray and pray
That the Lord will show me another day
And at last, there’s nothing else for me to do
At last there’s nothing else for me to do
That judge won't release me through and through
Sinners, sinners, won’t you pray for me?
Sinners, sinners, won’t you pray for me?
Pray for me to let the devil let me be
When I’m dead, and dead way down in my grave
When I’m dead, dead way down in my grave
No more good peter of that man I’ll crave
I won’t be buried like all of my family was
I won’t be buried like my family was
I won’t be buried like my family was
They will put me in a box in the prison yard
They will put me in a box in the prison yard
Not even a tombstone, or not even a card
There won’t be no body followin’ behind my self
There won’t be no body followin’, it will be me by myself
They’ll lower me in the ground, I won’t be on the shelf