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spoken:
I'm singin when the sun come up
I'm singin when it's high in the sky
I'm singin when the sun go down
I'm singin cuz I'm free
song
Singin wid a sword in ma han Lord
Singin wid a sword in ma han
Singin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Singin wid a sword in ma hand
Prettiest singin I ever heard
Way over on the hill
The angels sing, I sing too
Singin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Singin wid a sword in man had
Singin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Singin wid a sword in ma Han
Prayin wid a sword in ma han Lord
Prayin wid a sword in ma han
Prayin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Prayin wid a sword in ma hand
Prettiest prayin I ever heard
Way over on the hill
The angels pray, I pray too
Prayin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Prayin wid a sword in man had
Prayin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Prayin wid a sword in ma Han
Shoutin wid a sword in ma han Lord
Shoutin wid a sword in ma han
Shoutin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Shoutin wid a sword in ma hand
Prettiest shoutin I ever heard
Way over on the hill
The angels shout, I shout too
Shoutin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Shoutin wid a sword in man had
Shouting wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Shoutin wid a sword in ma Han
Singin wid a sword in ma han Lord
Singin wid a sword in ma han
Singin wid a sword in ma hand Lord
Singin wid a sword in ma hand
In ma hand Lord
Singin wid a sword in ma Han
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Strawberries and Glory
02:53
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STRAWBERRIES AND GLORY
I come from four miles out of town
I'm going to Glory
My strawberries are sweet and sound
I'm going to Glory
I fotched them four miles on my head
I'm going to Glory
My child is sick my husband's dead
I'm going to Glory
Eat them with yo bread and meat
I'm going to Glory
My strawberries are good and sweet
I'm going to Glory
Come sinner git down on yo knees
I'm going to Glory
And eat my strawberries if you please
I'm going to Glory
Excuse me ladies and gentlemen
My name is Antoine and I am selling candy
No
I'm not selling candy for no basketball team
I am selling money to keep a little money in my pocket
I got twizzlers I got fruit rollups I got famous amos
I'm not robbing or stealing I'm candy dealing
Who wants candy
I'm going to Glory (4x)
I come from four miles out of town
I'm going to Glory
My strawberries are sweet and sound
I'm going to Glory
I fotched them four miles on my head
I'm going to Glory
My child is sick my husband's dead
I'm going to Glory
Eat them with yo bread and meat
I'm going to Glory
My strawberries are good and sweet
I'm going to Glory
Come sinner git down on yo knees
I'm going to Glory
And eat my strawberries if you please
I'm going to Glory
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3. |
You Better Mind
02:56
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YOU BETTER MIND
You better mind how you talk
You better mind what you talking about
You gotta give an account at the judgement,
You better mind
You better mind how you sing
You better mind what you singing about
You gotta give an account at the judgement,
You better mind
CHORUS (2x)
You better mind
You better mind
You gotta give an account at the judgement,
You better mind
Going round here from door to door
Talking bout things that you really don't know
You gotta give an account at the judgement,
You better mind
Going round here from place to place
The way you living is a really disgrace
You gotta give an account at the judgement,
You better mind
CHORUS (2x)
If yo sister treats you wrong
Keep it to yourself and God alone
You gotta give an account at the judgement,
You better mind
Before the preacher baptised you
You know what you promised God you would do
You gotta give an account at the judgement,
You better mind
CHORUS (2x)
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4. |
Come Into My Kitchen
03:07
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Come Into My Kitchen
That man I love
Is long and tall
He can move his body
Like a cannonball
You better come on in my kitchen
Because it’s going to be rainin outdoors
That man I love
Took to my best friend
Another woman got lucky
Stole him back again
You better come on in my kitchen
Because it’s going to be rainin outdoors
When a woman’s in trouble
Everybody puts her down
She’s looking for a good friend
None can be found
You better come on in my kitchen
Because it’s going to be rainin outdoors
That man I love
Is long and tall
He can move his body
Like a cannonball
You better come on in my kitchen
Because it’s going to be rainin outdoors
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NO MO FREEDOM
Don't tell me, the moon looks pretty
Shining down through that willow tree
I can see my baby
But my baby
Can't see me
I was standing,
Standing on the corner
of North Ferris and First St
When that big ol policeman came up and
Arrested me
When those jurors found me guilty
That ol mean clerk, he wrote it down
I could tell by those papers that I was
Parchman Bound
No Mo Feedom
No mo good times
In this wide wide world for me
I don lost my freedom
And I'm sick as I can be
But someday, yes someday
Someday
I will go free
And Ima treat all you people
Just Like You
treated me.
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DANGEROUS BLUES
You keep on talking
Bout them dangerous blues
If I had me a pistol
I’d be dangerous too
Well you may be a bully
Say but I don’t know
I’ma fix it so you don’t give me
No mo trouble in the world I know
My kneebone hurt me and my ankle swell
I may get better but I won’t get well
Mattie had a baby and it had blue eyes
Mus be the captain, he been hangin roun
Blue eyes?!
Ummmm
Uhm uhm uhm
You keep on talking
Bout them dangerous blues
If I had me a pistol
I’d be dangerous too
DO BERTA
Oh DoBertaah
Can you hear me callin you
Say you don’t answer like
ya used ta do
Did you get that letter
I throwed in yo back door
Say I’d love to come and see you baby
But that mean ol man has got me barred
Six months ain’t no siddown
Nine years ain’t no time
Say I got a buddy in the big house
He’s doing fo-teen to twenty-nine
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Let’s Go Down to the River to Pray
I went down to the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
Who shall wear a starry crown
Lord show me the way
Oh sinner let's go down, let's go down, come on down
Oh sinner let's go down, down to the river to pray
I went down to the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
Who shall wear a robe and crown
Lord show me the way
Oh father lets go down, lets go down, come on down
O mother, lets go down, down to the river to pray
Oh brother, let's go down, let's go down, come on down
Oh sister let's go down, down to the river to pray
Oh sinner let's go down, let's go down, come on down
Oh sinner let's go down, down to the river to pray
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I don't want to be no slave
And I don't want to work all day
I don't want you to be true
I just wanna make love to you
I don't want to wash yo clothes
And I don't want to keep yo home
I don't want your money too
I just wanna make love to you
Well I can tell by the way you walk that walk
And I can tell by the way you talk that talk
And I can tell by the way you play yo game
That when I love you baby , it'll be a
Cryin shame
I don't want to make yo bed
And I don't want to bake yo bread
And I don't want you cuz I'm sad and blue
I just wanna make love to you
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Hushabye
Don't you cry
Got to sleep little baby
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays
Dapples and grays
Coach and six little horses
Way down yonder in the meadow
Lies my poor little baby
Bees and butterflies
Pecking out his eyes
Poor little thing is crying mammy
Blacks and bays
Dapples and grays
Coach and six little horses
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Make the Devil Leave Me Alone
Make the devil leave me alone
Ohhh make the devil leave me alone
Well the devil's on my track
Trying to turn me back
Make the devil leave me alone
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11. |
Grinnin In Yo Face
02:41
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Don't mind people grinnin in yo face
Don't mind people grinnin in yo face
Bear this in mind
A true friend is hard to find
So don't you mind people grinnin in yo face
You know they'll jump you up and down
And they'll follow you round and round
And as soon as yo back is turned
They'll try to track you don
But just bear this in mind
A true friend is hard to find
So don't you mind people grinnin in yo face
You know yo mother will talk about you
And yo sisters and yo brothers too
No matter how you try to live
They'll talk about you still
But just bear oooh this in mind
A true friend is hard to find
So don't you mind people grinnin in yo face
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Vienna Carroll New York, New York
Black roots music - work songs, spirituals, prison blues, sea shanties - this is the music I Love. Exuberant, heartfelt and
full of life Americana, these songs tell our stories..
The ancestors live on among us through this traditional music which is the foundation of today's jazz, bules and American music soundscape.
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