Run, Nigger, Run (Remastered)

Hello folks, raised in the South among the colored folks

And worked in the fields of corn with them all the days of my life

I will sing them good old southern songs

So now I'm going to sing you a little of

"Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you"

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you

Run, nigger, run, it's almost day

Tell my mammy when I go home

Girls won't let them boys alone

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you

Run, nigger, run, it's almost day

Last year was a good crop year

Roasting ears and tomatoes

Poppa didn't raise no cotton and corn

But Lord, Lord, potatoes

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you

Run, nigger, run, it's almost day

Tell my mammy when I go home

Girls won't let them boys alone

Adam and Eve was down in the garden

Hoeing around tomatoes

Adam went around a huckleberry bush

And hit her in the eye with a tater

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you

Run, nigger, run, it's almost day

Tell my mammy when I go home

Girls won't let them boys alone

Jaybird built in the tall oak tree

Sparrow built in the garden

Old goose laid in the corner of the fence

And set on the other side of Jordan

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you

Run, nigger, run, it's almost day

Tell my mammy when I go home

Girls won't let them boys alone