The Work Song

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Back before the blues were blue When the good old songs were new Songs that may no longer please us 'Bout the darkies, about Jesus Mississippi minstrels, color of molasses Strummin' on their banjos to entertain their masses Some said garbage, others said art You couldn't call it soul, you had to call it heart [Chorus] Woah, backs broke bendin', diggin' holes to plant the seeds The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds Puttin' wood in the stove and water in the cup You worked so hard that you died standin' up [Verse 2] When I was a little thing My poppa tried to make me sing "Home Sweet Home" and "Aurelie" These were songs that my daddy taught me "Camp Town Races" and "Susannah Don't You Cry" "Gentle Annie" still brings a tear to my eye Label it garbage, label it art You couldn't call it soul, you had to call it heart [Chorus] Oh, backs broke bendin', diggin' holes to plant the seeds The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds Puttin' wood in the stove and water in the cup You worked so hard that you died standin' up [Verse 3] Sing me songs 'bout days gone by Make me laugh and make me cry Break my female heart in two Sing me songs that say I love you Lower your eyes and raise your hand up to your breast Sing me one about the sun settin' in the West Mm-hmm mm-hmm [Chorus] Oh, backs broke bendin', diggin' holes to plant the seeds The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds Puttin' wood in the stove and water in the cup You worked so hard that you died standin' up Backs broke bendin', diggin' holes to plant the seeds The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds Puttin' wood in the stove and water in the cup You worked so hard that you died standin' up
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Credits
- Writers
- Kate McGarrigle