Released

I'm singing low, sweet chariot
I'm singing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

Painted my face black and black
And black and black

What a shame, what a waste, they'll say
He's in hell, but we're the ones who pay
He's in hell, for all his selfish ways
What a shame, what a waste, I'm sure they'll say

I'm swinging low
I'm stinking now
I'll trickle down

This do in remembrance of me
Send me down for my release