Ode to Harry Smith.
I am a lonely cowboy, and I'm off in the Texas
train. I am moving home to heaven. I am a noted
highway man. I asked them to bring me a pistol,
three rounds of ball. I can't sleep for dreaming.
I'd rather be in some dark holler. I heard
death call. I remember the time just before
the war. I said expressman, expressman. I saw
the light from heaven shining all around.
I thought I heard that K.C. when she blowed.
I will sing a little song but it ain't very long.
I wish I was a mole in the ground. I woke up
one morning in May. I woke up this morning
between one and two. I woke up
this morning, four o' clock. I'll tell
you all a story about Ommie Wise.
I'm going away, I'm going away.
I'm going back where I come.
I'm in the battlefield for my lord.
I've a father on the rocky road.
I've got no sugar baby now.
Copyright 2007
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