You mought be rich as cream,
And drive you coach and four horse team;
But you can’t keep the World from moverin’ round,
Nor Nat Turner from gaining ground.
You mought be reader and writer too
And wiser’n Old Solomon the Jew
But you can’t keep the World from moverin’ ‘round,
Nor Nat Turner from gainin’ ground.
And your name it mought be Ceaser sure
And got you cannon can shoot a mile or more
But you can’t keep the World from moverin’ ‘round
Nor Nat Turner from gainin’ ground.
You mought be a Carroll from Carrollton,
Arrive here night afo’ Lawd make creation,
But you can’t keep the world from moverin’ around
And not turn her back from the gaining ground.
And drive you coach and four horse team;
But you can’t keep the World from moverin’ round,
Nor Nat Turner from gaining ground.
You mought be reader and writer too
And wiser’n Old Solomon the Jew
But you can’t keep the World from moverin’ ‘round,
Nor Nat Turner from gainin’ ground.
And your name it mought be Ceaser sure
And got you cannon can shoot a mile or more
But you can’t keep the World from moverin’ ‘round
Nor Nat Turner from gainin’ ground.
You mought be a Carroll from Carrollton,
Arrive here night afo’ Lawd make creation,
But you can’t keep the world from moverin’ around
And not turn her back from the gaining ground.
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