Lyrics
I gits weary and sick of tryin'; I'm tired of livin' and scared of dyin'
And Ol' man river, he just keeps rollin' along.
I keeps laffin' instead of cryin' I must keep fightin' until I'm dyin'
And Ol' man river, he just keeps rollin' along
Old man river, that old man river He must know somethin’ he don’t say nuthin’ that old man river, he just keeps rollin’ along
Swing low, sweet chariot comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot comin' for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan and what did I see comin' for to carry me home
A band of angels comin' after me comin' for to carry me home
If you gets there before I do comin' for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I'ma comin' too comin' for to carry me home
If I get there before you do comin' for to carry me home
I'll cut a hole and pull you through Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot comin' for to carry me home
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle In dem old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana, in them old cottonfields back home
Now when dem cottonballs get rotten you can’t pick very much cotton in dem old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana, in them old cottonfields back home
Camptown ladies sing this song, doo da, doo da
Camptown racetrack’s five miles long, oh doo da day
I come down there with my hat caved in, doo da, doo da
I come home with a pocket full’a tin, oh doo da day
Gwine ta run all night, gwine ta run all day
I bets my money on a bob-tailed nag, somebody bet on the bay
The long tailed filly and the big black horse, doo da, doo da
They fly the track and they both cut across, oh doo da day
The blind horse fell in a big mud hole, doo da, doo da
You can’t touch bottom with a ten foot pole, oh doo da day
Gwine ta run all night, gwine ta run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag, somebody bet on the bay
Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’, shortnin’, Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread
Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’, shortin’, Mammy’s little baby loves sho-hortnin’ bread
Put on the skillet, put on the lid, mammy’s gonna make a little shortnin’ bread
That ain’t all mammy’s gonna do, she’s gonna make a little co-offee too
Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’, shortnin’, Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread
Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’, shortin’, her little baby loves sho-hortnin’ bread
Three little babies, lyin’ in bed, two was sick and the other most dead
Sent for the doctor, the doctor said, You feed those babies on the shortin’ bread
Mammy’s baby loves shortnin’, Mammy’s baby loves bread
Mammy’s baby loves shortnin’, Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread
Slipped to the kitchen, slipped off the lid, slipped off box of the shortnin’ bread,
Stole the skillet, stole the lid, we all guilty a makin’ shortnin’ bread
Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ shortnin’, Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread
Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ shortnin’, Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread
Got caught with the skillet, caught with the lid, caught with the gal makin’ shortnin’ bread
Give back the skillet, give back the lid, got six months in jail eatin’ shortnin’ bread
Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ shortnin’, Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread
Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ shortnin’, Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread
Mammy’s baby loves shortnin’, Mammy’s baby loves bread
Mammy’s baby loves shortnin’, Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread
I’d walk a million miles for one of your smiles my Ma-a-a mmy
