Run, Nigger, Run Songtext
von Uncle Dave Macon

Hello folks, raised in the South among the colored folks
And worked in the fields of corn with them all the days of my life
I will sing them good old southern songs
So now I′m going to sing you a little of
"Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you"

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you
Run, nigger, run, it's almost day
Tell my mammy when I go home
Girls won′t let them boys alone

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you
Run, nigger, run, it's almost day

Last year was a good crop year
Roasting ears and tomatoes
Poppa didn't raise no cotton and corn
But Lord, Lord, potatoes


Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you
Run, nigger, run, it′s almost day
Tell my mammy when I go home
Girls won′t let them boys alone

Adam and Eve was down in the garden
Hoeing around tomatoes
Adam went around a huckleberry bush
And hit her in the eye with a tater

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you
Run, nigger, run, it's almost day
Tell my mammy when I go home
Girls won′t let them boys alone

Jaybird built in the tall oak tree
Sparrow built in the garden
Old goose laid in the corner of the fence
And set on the other side of Jordan

Run, nigger, run, the patroller will catch you
Run, nigger, run, it's almost day
Tell my mammy when I go home
Girls won′t let them boys alone