Our Singing Country
Complete Text, Lyrics & Sheet Music
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8 I dumb back on top, boys, and I waved them to go, A-watchin' my signal conductor below, A-wavin' so skillful, the brakeman's high ball, And I left the lone cop on the streets of Stone Walls.
9 My song is now ended, Pll bid you adieu, My song is now ended, Pll bid you farewell -y My song is now ended, Pll bid you farewell, To enjoy a heaven instead of a cell. |
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WE DON'T GET NO JUSTICE HERE IN ATLANTA
e. No. 263. Negro man, State Penitentiary, Milledgeville, Ga., 1934.
"My cell is mighty cold, suh} And the rain passes through, My chains are a-clankin} And Pm feeling mighty blue" |
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