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Told my captain; Told my captain my hands were cold

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Souter, Teddy

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Voice; guitars - 13- Collected by Lew Hobson and Zane Hankins Sung by Teddy Souter For M. C. Parler Spring Hill, Louisiana Transcribed by Lew Hobson January 12, 1960 Reel 342, Item 26 Told My Captain Told my captain my hands were cold Said damn your hands boy Let the wheeling roll Raise my hand to wipe the sweat from my head Captain got mad Lord And shot my buddy dead. My buddy fell back Lord On the cold cold ground The captain just laughed Lord When he went down Now if you don't believe That my buddy is dead Just take a look at That hole in his head. Some day when I do my time I'm gonna whip that captain Till he goes stone blind. Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.
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Hobson, Lew; Hankins, ZaneHobson, Lew
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1960 01 12
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Ozark Folksong Collection

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University of Arkansas

Keywords

  1. Death
  2. Slaver
  3. Slavery
  4. Vocal Music
  5. Work
  6. Work, Death

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