Yeah, you know it ain't but the one thing you know, this 
black man done was wrong
Yeah, you know it ain't but the one thing, you know, this 
black man done was wrong
Yes, you know I moved my wife and family down on mr. Tim 
Moore's farm

Yeah, you know mr. Tim Moore's a man, he don't never 
stand and grin
He just said, "Keep out of the graveyard, I'll save you 
from the pen"
You know, soon in the morning he'll give you scrambled 
eggs
mule by his hind legs

Yes, you know I got a telegram this morning, boy, it 
read, it say, "Your wife is dead"
I show it to mr. Moore, he said, "Go ahead, nigger you 
know you got to plow old Red"
That white man says, "It's been raining, yes, and I'm way 
behind
I may let you bury that woman one of these old dinner 
times"
I told him, "No, mr. Moore; somebody's got to go"
He says, "If you ain't able to plow, Sam, stay up there 
and grab your hoe"