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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Dat ol' letter, letter read 'bout dyin',
My tears run down, my Lawd, my tears run down.
Jes' wait till I make these few days I started, I'm goin' home, my Lawd, I'm goin' home.
I ain' got no, got no ready-made money, I cain' go home, my Lawd, I cain' go home.
I'm gonna write me, one mo' letter to de gov'nor, 'Bout my time, my Lawd, 'bout my time.
By and by, buddy, we'll all get a pardon, Get to go home, my Lawd, get to go home.
Doncha hear yo', hear yo' mother callin', "Run, son, run, my Lawd, run, son, run"?
I'm gonna break right, break right pas' dat shooter. I'm goin' home, my Lawd, I'm goin' home.