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_____________American Ballads and Folk Songs
I shot dice in Cuby an' I played cards in Spain, Never was no money loser, till I learnt dat skin game, Skin game, manj skin game.
Gwine to build me a castle on de mountain so high, So's I can see ol' Stewball as he passes by, Passes by, manj passes by.
"Good mornin', young lady." "How you feelin', young man?" "I hope you cos' money: I ain' got no small change." Small change, man 5 small change.
Dat peafowl done holler, an' dat turkle dove done moan. I'm a po' boy in trouble an' a long way from my home. From my home, man, from my home.
Two prisoners are leaning against a barred window, their minds heavy and listless with the monotony of days and endless, unsatisfied desires. Eager to notice anything that will break through their narrow horizon, hedged in by bars, guns, curses, day-long rolling in the fields, they comment and let their imaginations play upon the few passers-by.
Sung in prisons all over the South, this song is probably of white origin.