Hit Submit by mistake.

Ise gwine Down to Rhody's, con't.

Popped my whip, leader sprung,
Trace chain broke and my wagon hung.

I stuck my shoulder to the wheel,
And in the ground I stuck my heel.

All my efforts was in vain,
Although I made an awful strain.

A rainy day and a muddy road,
Sorry team, and an awful load.

Oh, I sat down to take a cry,
Saw a man come driving by.

Says i, "Old mister, for conscience's sake,
Will you help this darky out of a state?"

He hitched his horses before my steers;
From my eyes I wiped my tears.

The horses being big and strong,
God! They moved the old nigger along.