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Jean Toomer - Cotton Song
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Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;
come now, hewit! roll away!
Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day
But lets 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 way,
Weary 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 to 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!
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