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Drifter's Escape
John Wesley Harding
1967
Columbia
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"Oh, 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
And 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 ev'rybody knelt to pray
The drifter did escape.
Interprétation
Fable sur un procès où la foudre s'en mêle : un vagabond comparaît, la foule réclame sa mort, et un éclair frappe le tribunal. Le driftér s'en va libre, sans qu'on sache s'il est innocent.
D'une économie de récit exemplaire, la chanson illustre la manière de Dylan sur cet album : des histoires courtes, des figures archétypales, et une justice qui n'appartient qu'à Dieu ou au hasard.
Folk biblique 1967
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