Wuden'T We - Chuck Berry

Old boy he ran a little stop sign in the south

And he got in deeper trouble with his mouth

They wouldn’t let him phone or make a bail

Just let him sit there in that Delford County jail

It wuden’t me, it wuden’t me

I’m so glad it wuden’t me

No phone, no bail, no plea

Oh, I’m so glad it wuden’t me

He had to break out of that Delford County jail

They put a Grand Dragon posse on his trail

And seven Alabama bloodhounds in a line

Buckin' and barkin' for a bite of his behind

It wuden’t me, it wuden’t me

I’m so glad it wuden’t me

Hung posses ain’t my cup o’tea

Oh, I’m so glad it wuden’t me

He was streakin' through the Delta double three

But them hungry hounds was gainin’on his lee

His feet was playin' «Louisiana Bound»

Lord, you help me pick 'em up, I’ll put 'em down (Amen)

It wuden’t me, it wuden’t me

I’m so glad it wuden’t me

Prayin' ain’t no sure guarantee

Oh, I’m so glad it wuden’t me

He was streakin' through the Delta, stridin' wide

But that leadin' hound was meters from his hide

Lord, bless my feet, don’t let 'em go corrupt

I’ll lay 'em down as fast as you can pick 'em up

It wuden’t me, it wuden’t me

I’m so glad it wuden’t me

Just meters from a canine jubilee

Oh, I’m so glad it wuden’t me

He reached a highway through the ticket on the side

And a trucker came along and let him ride

But as he settled down to thank him for no harm

He saw a swasti-KKK band on his arm

That’s when he knew he had to get on help his self

'Stead if sittin' pinnin' it on somebody else

He hung a left into that thicket 'cross the fence

And ain’t nobody ever sawed or seen him since

It wuden’t me, it wuden’t me

I’m so glad it wuden’t me

It ain’t quite my kinda cup o’tea

Jeez, I’m glad it wuden’t me

It wuden’t me, it was not me

I’m so glad it wuden’t me

It just ain’t my kinda cup o’tea

Jeez, am I glad it wuden’t me