The story of Lena Baker, a woman executed for murdering her lover. That her lover was threatening to kill her with a gun was not taken into account when they sent her to Ol' Sparky.
I'm no girl of many words
So help me if you can
Cause they have said I'm guilty
Tell me that I'm damned
Ernest was the miller man
And me a negro maid
But he gave me words of love
Til in his bed I laid
But once I gave my favours
He locked me up all day
Said that I would be his slave
And never run away
One day he came and took his gun
Said he'd shoot me dead
Well I fought back and that old gun
Went off in his head
Down in deepest Georgia
No-one takes the time
To tell me what the words could be
When killin' ain't a crime
These white folks who know their words
Throw them in the air
They say that I am guilty
And send me to their chair
Well I have learned a useful thing
The word that I have heard
Cause if you ask me what they do
Sir, murder is the word
Refrain x2
Down in deepest Georgia
No-one takes the time
To tell me what the words could be
When killin' ain't a crime
