Tim Moore's Farm Lyrics

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
Yes, but he's liable to call you so soon, you'll catch a 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"

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