Jesse thinks not of God, not of heaven, not of justice. Only his own freedom is on his mind. Then you sing if you do the jubilee Then you turn all around and hop a little jig People come to jubilee when they want to be free When everything's fine with them, their face you never see Just you and me, you are after natural food Eat upon a dirt and bite a two-headed mule! Oh Lord, you are my friend. Yeah, Lord, you are.
Oh, I'm saying. Right down to you. I ain't playing.
At a old brown squall Listen to these words Some I'm about to say I see it in your eyes That you want to get away Dancing and singing and shaking my tail One little lad, a girl and a bill of sales The things you should do if you run out of the street If you do all these things, there's a chance you might be free Oh Lord, you hear me talk Say Lord, you say so. Right. Number one is love the land.
And also you must know. The land that holds the same. Same as you go.
Got to know where water lies to cover up your tracks. Staying long on ground too high is busting many backs. See how Brer Rabbit makes himself so hard to find Dog got long and corny teeth And would love some brown behind Oh, Lord, you hear me talking Yeah, Lord, you have the view Right, left, you know what I said And oh, Brown Squaw Number two, you've got to sing with soul Or he'll Better shout Be sad or sing a happy song To call the Indians out Any man be Indian No matter how they're born All you got to do Is give a starving man some corn Listen to old Jubilee And hear a soulful sound Jubilee laughs in the devil's face and knocks his mama down Oh Lord Hey Yeah Lord Yeah we're talking Say so That's day number three You must do to be free If you're gonna get away You must know who you'll be Run talking about you some kind of king like a chicken flying with a poodle's wing if a man be a prince then another be a slave Maybe the lesser work the greater to a early grave Oh Lord, what I'm talking Yeah Lord, tell the truth now Right there, uh-huh And a whole brown swamp Why you got to love the man forgiven for this sin?
You'll never get your freedom if the land is not your friend Till you've got to sing with soul so Indians will dance No one will help you run when you haven't got a chance Leave what will you call yourself if you become free If a man is a prince, he too can slave, can he who... Oh Lord, you Oh, you Hey, Lord, you What'd I say? I know you Uh-huh And the old brown squaw