We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
And it don’t worry me
That it all, oh Lord, ain’t mine (That I don’t [Lord] have a dime)
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here.
Sugar I’ll be home someday
Sugar I’ll be home someday
And it may be June, or July, or May
Sugar I’ll be home someday.
Lord I wonder who gonna welcome my right name
Lord I wonder who gonna welcome my right name
And it don’t worry me
That it all, oh Lord, ain’t mine
Lord I wonder who gonna welcome my right name.
I guess you know my mind
I guess you know my mind
Then you cry ‘bout a nickle
And you die, honey, for a dime
I guess you know my mind.
Well, I’m goin’ up where, where the sun gone’ shine
Well, I’m goin’ up where, where the sun gone’ shine
And my soul surly know
That my home is where I’ll go)
Well, I’m goin’ up where, where the sun gone’ shine.
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
And it don’t worry me,
That it all, oh Lord, ain’t mine
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
And it don’t worry me
That it all, oh Lord, ain’t mine (That I don’t [Lord] have a dime)
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here.
Sugar I’ll be home someday
Sugar I’ll be home someday
And it may be June, or July, or May
Sugar I’ll be home someday.
Lord I wonder who gonna welcome my right name
Lord I wonder who gonna welcome my right name
And it don’t worry me
That it all, oh Lord, ain’t mine
Lord I wonder who gonna welcome my right name.
I guess you know my mind
I guess you know my mind
Then you cry ‘bout a nickle
And you die, honey, for a dime
I guess you know my mind.
Well, I’m goin’ up where, where the sun gone’ shine
Well, I’m goin’ up where, where the sun gone’ shine
And my soul surly know
That my home is where I’ll go)
Well, I’m goin’ up where, where the sun gone’ shine.
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
And it don’t worry me,
That it all, oh Lord, ain’t mine
We don’t have no pay, have no payday here
envoyé par Pluck - 22/11/2024 - 11:20
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Sung by a group of convicts at Raiford Penitentiary in Florida - June 4, 1939
• Lomax, John Avery, 1867-1948 (Collector)
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