Tuesday, October 27, 2009

from "Darlin' Cora" as sung by Harry Belafonte:

I don’t know why darlin’ Cora
Don’t know what the reason can be
But I never yet found a single town
Where me and the boss-man agree

I ain’t a man to be played with
I ain’t nobody’s toy
Been working for my pay for a long, long time
How come he still calls me boy

Well I’d rather drink muddy water
And sleep in a hollowed out log
Than to hang around in this old town
And be treated like a dirty dog

Well I whopped that man darlin’ Cora
And he fell down where he stood
Don't know if I was wrong darlin’ Cora
But Lord it sure felt good

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