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Cotton Song
(26 December 1894 – 30 March 1967 / Washington D.C.)

Cotton Song

Poem By Jean Toomer

Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;
come now, hewit! roll away!
Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day
But lets not wait for it.
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God if we dont roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!
Cotton bales are the fleecy way,
Weary sinner's bare feet trod,
Softly, softly to the throne of God,
"We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day!
Nassur; nassur,
Hump.
Eoho, eoho, roll away!
We aint agwine to wait until th Judgment Day!"
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God if we dont roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!

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Comments (3)

Its got a cool flow, its almost jazzy, bodies like to roll the soul
I'd sing along this cotton song if I knew the tune on this fifth of June.
Shackles of life. Nice work.


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