Caroling Dusk/Cotton Song
For other versions of this work, see Cotton Song.
COTTON SONG
Come, brother, come. Let’s lift it;Come now, hewit! roll away!Shackles fall upon the Judgment DayBut let’s not wait for it.
God’s body’s got a soul,Bodies like to roll the soul,Can’t blame God if we don’t roll,Come, brother, roll, roll!
Cotton bales are the fleecy wayWeary sinner’s bare feet trod,Softly, softly to the throne of God,“We ain’t agwine t’ wait until th’ Judgment Day!
Nassur; nassur,Hump.Eoho, eoho, roll away!We ain’t agwine t’ wait until th’ Judgment Day!”
God’s body’s got a soul,Bodies like to roll the soul,Can’t blame God if we don’t roll,Come, brother, roll, roll!