From Will H. Thomas's 1912 article "Some Current Folk-Songs Of The Negro":

"I dreamt last night I was walking around,
I met that nigger and I knocked her down;
I knocked her down and I started to run,
Till the sheriff done stopped me with his Gatling gun.
I made a good run, but I run too slow,
He landed me over in the Jericho;
I started to run off down the track.
But they put me on the train and brought me back."