| Yeah, you know it ain’t but the one thing, you know
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| This black man done was wrong
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| Yeah, you know it ain’t but the one thing, you know
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| This black man done was wrong
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| Yes, you know I moved my wife and family down
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| On Mr. Tim Moore’s farm
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| Yeah, you know Mr. Tim Moore’s a man
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| He don’t never stand and grin
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| He just said, «Keep out of the graveyard, I’ll save you from the pen»
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| You know, soon in the morning, he’ll give you scrambled eggs
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| Yes, but he’s liable to call you so soon
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| You’ll catch a mule by his hind legs
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| Yes, you know I got a telegram this morning, boy
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| It read, it say, «Your wife is dead»
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| I show it to Mr. Moore, he said, «Go ahead, nigger
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| You know you got to plow old Red»
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| That white man says, «It's been raining, yes, and I’m way behind
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| I may let you bury that woman, one of these old dinner times»
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| I told him, «No, Mr. Moore, somebody’s got to go»
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| He says, «If you ain’t able to plow, Sam
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| Stay up there and grab your hoe» |