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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Itching Heels
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FU` de peace o` my eachin` heels, set down;
Don` fiddle dat chune no mo`.
Don` you see how dat melody stuhs me up
An` baigs me to tek to de flo`?
You knows I`s a Christian, good an` strong;
I wusship f`om June to June;
My pra`ahs dey ah loud an` my hymns ah long:
I baig you don` fiddle dat chune.
I`s a crick in my back an` a misery hyeah
Whaih de j`ints`s gittin` ol` an` stiff,
But hit seems lak you brings me de bref o` my youf;
W`y, I`s suttain I noticed a w`iff.
Don` fiddle dat chune no mo`, my chile,
Don` fiddle dat chune no mo`;
I`ll git up an` taih up dis groun` fu` a mile,
An` den I`ll be chu`ched fu` it, sho`.
Oh, fiddle dat chune some mo`, I say,
An` fiddle it loud an` fas`:
I`s a youngstah ergin in de mi`st o` my sin;
De p`esent`s gone back to de pas`.
I`ll dance to dat chune, so des fiddle erway;
I knows how de backslidah feels;
So fiddle it on `twell de break o` de day
Fu` de sake o` my eachin` heels.
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