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14 Well, if you don't stop stealing
Oh, Captain, then you're gwine again, oh, Lawd, Oh, drive it on.
15 Well, it's every Monday mornin5.
Oh, Captain, when the iron gong ring, oh, Lawd,
16 Well, we go marchin' to the table.
Oh, Captain, find the same old thing, oh, Lawd, Oh, Lawdy, Lawd.
17 Well, if anybody asks you,
Oh, Captain, who sung this song, oh, Lawd, Oh, Lawdy, Lawd.
18 Just tell him it's three parts of devil,
Oh, Captain, that's been here and gone, oh, Lawd, Oh, Lawdy, Lawd. |
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O LAWD I WENT UP ON THE MOUNTAIN
a. No. 248. Group led by Kelly Page, Cummins State Farm, Ark., 1934.
What men think about in prison is "women." On Sundays they stand in the dormitories clinging to the big iron bars, they stand there looking at nothing, saying nothing, with their arms wrapped around the bars. The name of the girl they sing about in Mississippi and Arkansas nowadays is Rosie, sometimes Roxie. From Arkansas comes this tender advice to Roxie.
Roxie} Roxie} if you were mine}
You wouldn* do nothin3 but starch any iyon.
Roxie galy you promised me, You'd never marry till I went free,
Roxie, Roxie} done ha wait on me. So long rolliny I may never go free.
Every evenin* when the sun goes downy Big leg Roxie restiny on my mind.
I was rolliny when you come along, And Pll be rolliny when you started home. |
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