"Help me in my weakness"   I heard the drifter say   As they carried him from the courtroom   And were taking him away      "My trip hasn't been a pleasant one   My time it isn't long   And I still do not know   What it was that I've done wrong"      Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside   A tear came to his eye   "You fail to understand", he said   "Why must you even try?"      Outside, the crowd was stirring   You could hear it from the door   Inside, the judge was stepping down   While the jury cried for more      "Oh, stop that cursed jury"   Cried the attendant and the nurse   The trial was bad enough   But this is ten times worse      Just then a bolt of lightning   Struck the courthouse out of shape   And while everybody knelt to pray   The drifter did escape