Hey, hee, hi, ho, pickin' cotton all day
Hey, hee, hi, ho, just a-pickin' away
White folks knows I'm workin'
They knows gon' be no shirkin'
Hee, hi, ho, I knows I'll get my pay.
Ain't no use kickin' 'cause I'll be pickin'
Till all my children is grown
Then I'll shuffle and skip and scuffle
To have a field of my own.
All my life, I've been makin' it
All my life, white folks takin' it
This old heart, they's just breakin' it
Ain't got a thing to show for what I done done.
But things get brighter; loads get lighter
I'll keep a-pluckin' away
Sing my song like I'm happy and gay
All day.
Just tell the world for me:
My soul's done set me free
That's the song I'll sing
Till they put me under the clay.
Oh, chil'en, stop your grumblin'
Oh, that's a block for stumblin'
Just keep on workin' and praisin'
You'll see that you'll conquer someday.
Ain't no use kickin' 'cause I'll be pickin'
Till all my children is grown
Then I'll shuffle and skip and scuffle
To have a field of my own.
All my life, I've been makin' it
All my life, white folks takin' it
This old heart, they's just breakin' it
Ain't got a thing to show for what I done done.
But things get brighter; loads get lighter
I'll keep a-pluckin' away
Sing my song like I'm happy and gay
All day.
Just tell the world for me:
My soul's done set me free
That's the song I'll sing
Till they put me under the clay.
Hey, hee, hi, ho, just a-pickin' away
White folks knows I'm workin'
They knows gon' be no shirkin'
Hee, hi, ho, I knows I'll get my pay.
Ain't no use kickin' 'cause I'll be pickin'
Till all my children is grown
Then I'll shuffle and skip and scuffle
To have a field of my own.
All my life, I've been makin' it
All my life, white folks takin' it
This old heart, they's just breakin' it
Ain't got a thing to show for what I done done.
But things get brighter; loads get lighter
I'll keep a-pluckin' away
Sing my song like I'm happy and gay
All day.
Just tell the world for me:
My soul's done set me free
That's the song I'll sing
Till they put me under the clay.
Oh, chil'en, stop your grumblin'
Oh, that's a block for stumblin'
Just keep on workin' and praisin'
You'll see that you'll conquer someday.
Ain't no use kickin' 'cause I'll be pickin'
Till all my children is grown
Then I'll shuffle and skip and scuffle
To have a field of my own.
All my life, I've been makin' it
All my life, white folks takin' it
This old heart, they's just breakin' it
Ain't got a thing to show for what I done done.
But things get brighter; loads get lighter
I'll keep a-pluckin' away
Sing my song like I'm happy and gay
All day.
Just tell the world for me:
My soul's done set me free
That's the song I'll sing
Till they put me under the clay.
Contributed by Pluck - 2024/3/20 - 17:45
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Bessie Brown ( 1895-1955 )
Fonte: Musixmatch.
Compositore : Porter P. Grainger ( 1891-1948 )
Porter P. Grainger was a prolific songwriter, pianist, and arranger who on occasion was also a singer. He can be heard playing piano on records of noted musicians and singers during the 1920s and 1930s.