Caroling Dusk

Cotton Song

Come, brother, come. Let’s lift it;
Come now, hewit! roll away!
Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day
But let’s not wait for it.

God’s body’s got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Can’t blame God if we don’t 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 ain’t agwine t’ wait until th’ Judgment Day!

Nassur; nassur,
Hump.
Eoho, eoho, roll away!
We ain’t agwine t’ wait until th’ Judgment Day!”

God’s body’s got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Can’t blame God if we don’t roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!