Jaeyy

A n*gger once told me
I had to take off
He was to get beaten
He said 'midst a cough

"I'll bet you, now, sonny
I'll meet ya again
I've lived all my life
Deep in sorrow and sin"

So I hitched a ride
Down to 21st street
Where all men were ugly
But all gals were sweet

N' bought me a rifle
N' a gun to be sure
To help out the man
Whom I talked to before

But when i returned
He was shot in the face
And left with a note sayin'
"God giveth grace"