Summation & Cakewalk

This angel met her end on the concrete floor of the sweatshop (God bless this day) Where she toiled away her childhood (In the old hills of Georgia) Fastening erasers to pencil caps For ten pennies an hour (The old red hills of home) She died a noble death (All sinners pay) Without a splotch or blemish upon her (In the old hills of Georgia) Your Honor, I've done my duty I have no apologies to make (Let us finish what's begun) There will be but one verdict in this trial Guilty! Guilty! (And let Jesus' will be done!) Guilty! Gentlemen of the Jury, have you reached a verdict? Yes, sir, we have, Your Honor How say you? Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty