Run, Nigger, Run

Spoken:
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, nigga, Run, The Patroller Will Catch you"

Run nigga run the patroller will catch you
Run nigga run its almost day

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

Run nigga run the patroller will catch you
Run nigga run its 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 nigga run the patroller will catch you
Run nigga run its 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 nigga run the patroller will catch you
Run nigga run its 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 nigga run the patroller will catch you
Run nigga run its almost day

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