Tim Moore's Farm

Yeah, you know it ain't but the one thing you know, this black man done was wrong
Yeah, you know it ain't but the one thing, you know, this black man done was wrong
Yes, you know I moved my wife and family down on mr. Tim Moore's farm

Yeah, you know mr. Tim Moore's a man, he don't never stand and grin
He just said, "Keep out of the graveyard, I'll save you from the pen"
You know, soon in the morning he'll give you scrambled eggs
Yes, but he's liable to call you so soon, you'll catch a mule by his hind legs

Yes, you know I got a telegram this morning, boy, it read, it say, "Your wife is dead"
I show it to mr. Moore, he said, "Go ahead, nigger you know you got to plow old Red"
That white man says, "It's been raining, yes, and I'm way behind
I may let you bury that woman one of these old dinner times"
I told him, "No, mr. Moore; somebody's got to go"
He says, "If you ain't able to plow, Sam, stay up there and grab your hoe"