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Feather Bed

Cannon's Jug Stompers
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I remember the time just before the war
Colored man used to hunt him out chips 'n' straw
But now, bless God, old master's dead
Colored man plumb fool about feather bed

Eee-hee, my gal Nancy
Over the road I'm bound to go

I went uptown goin' to shriek and howl
Think I heard my baby cry

Eee-wee-mmm, honey
Oh, Lord, I'm bound to go
Wee-eee-eee, baby
Oh, Lord, I'm bound to go

I went downtown, didn't mean no harm
Police grab me right by my arm
Soon I began to pitch; I began to rear
Feel like strollin' in the air

Ooo-woo-ooo, baby
Over the road I'm bound to go

I went downtown, doin' my best
Find the boys that stole the vest
Went on around 'bout the Court Square
Find the boys that done stole the coat
Hee-hee-eee, baby
Oh Lord, I'm bound to go

Now I knew Joe Louis was in the stand
Had them law books in his hands
I began to pitch, pull out a writ, began to read to me
Said, "Nigga, you been stealin' in the first degree"

Eee-eee-eee, baby
Over the road I'm bound to go

Ev' old Britt and Moses Brown
Said, "I'm going 'cross Cripple Creek, go into town"

Ooo-ooo-ooo, baby
Over the road I'm bound to go


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