Now the boss man may come here, we better not run
Now the boss man may come here, we better not run
Old master got a pistol, may have a great big gun
I'd rather be cut all to pieces than to be blowed down
I'd rather be cut all to pieces than to be blowed down
Because I might get evil, I could leave this town
Master, master, ahhh-ha, please turn me a-loose
Master, master, ahhh-ha, please turn me a-loose
I ain't got no money, I got a good excuse
Now the boss man may come here, we better not run
Old master got a pistol, may have a great big gun
I'd rather be cut all to pieces than to be blowed down
I'd rather be cut all to pieces than to be blowed down
Because I might get evil, I could leave this town
Master, master, ahhh-ha, please turn me a-loose
Master, master, ahhh-ha, please turn me a-loose
I ain't got no money, I got a good excuse
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