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NEGRO FOLK-SONGS |
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I sat down to a coon-can game,
I could n't play my hand. I was thinkin7 about the woman I love
Run away with another man.
Run away with another man,
Poor boy I Run away with another man. I was thinkin' about the woman I love Run away with another man.
I went down to the big depot,
The train came a-rumblin' by. I looked in the window, saw the woman I loved,
And I hung my head and cried.
I hung my head and cried,
Poor boy I I hung my head and cried.
I looked in the window, saw the woman I loved, And I hung my head and cried.
I jumped right on the train platform,
I walked right down the aisle. I pulled out my forty-some odd
And I shot that dark-skinned child.
I shot that dark-skinned child,
Poor boyl I shot that dark-skinned child. I pulled out my forty-some odd And I shot that dark-skinned child.
They took me down to the big court house;
The judge, he looked at me. I said, "Oh, kind-hearted Judge,
What am it gwine to be? "
What am it gwine to be, What am it gwine to be,
Poor boy? What am it gwine to be? I say, "Oh, kind-hearted Judge, What am it gwine to be? "
The judge he heard the contract read,
The clerk, he took it down. They handed me over to the contractor,
And now I'm penitentiary-bound. |
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