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ville, Kentucky, several years ago, when I was waiting for a belated train. An old, old colored man, in ragged felt hat and clothes scarcely more than a collection of tattered patches, came along, followed by a flea-infested yellow dog. (I did not see the fleas, but the dog gesĀtured of their presence.) In spite of his garb, the old man had a quaint, antique dignity, which seemed to say that clothes were of small moment; I am sure he had a soul above patches. As he walked along, singing to himself, I followed him to hear and take down his song. His voice was cracked and quavery, and with the peculiar catch that aged Negroes have in their singing, but it was pathetically sweet.
RUN, NIGGER, RUN |
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If you get there before I do, 'Most done ling'rin' here;
Look out for me, I am coming too, 'Most done Hng'rin' here.
Chorus
I'm goin' away, goin' away, I'm 'most done ling'rin' here;
I'm goin' away to Galilee,
And I'm 'most done ling'rin' here.
I have hard trials on my way, 'Most done ling'rin' here;
But still King Jesus hears me pray, 'Most done Hng'rin' here. |
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