Run, Nigger, Run

"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, he 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
Tell my mammy when I go home,
Girls won't let them boys alone

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