Lyr Req: Dem Bones

Subject: looking for
From:
Date: 21 Mar 97 - 11:41 PM

Does any one know of a camp song that has the refrain: "Dem bones gonna rise again!" I remember it from about 20 years ago. Could it be alternative words to Dry Bones? or another song?

I appreciate any assistance anyone could offer.

Thanks

Cameron

Subject: RE: looking for
From: Suibhan Crawford
Date: 22 Mar 97 - 03:59 PM

I don't remember all of it - I was searching the database but had no luck. I only remember the chorus:

Dese Bones gonna rise again

I knows it, knows it,

Indeed I knows it, brother,

I knows it, wheee!

Dese bones gonna rise again.

There are several verses and hand gestures to go along with the chorus.

Subject: Lyr Add: DESE BONES GWINE RISE AGAIN
From: Ralph Butts
Date: 22 Mar 97 - 06:45 PM

This from and old songbook which has lost its cover, but apparently about 50 years old. From Intercollegiate Outing Club Asc. edit by Dick and Beth Best.

You've got a lot of learnin' to do.... Tiger

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DESE BONES GWINE RISE AGAIN, 2/4 time, key of C

De good Lawd thought He'd make a man,
Dese bones gwine rise again.
Made him out o' mud an' a han'ful o' san',
Dese bones gwine rise again,
Ah knows it brother,
Indeed Ah knows it, sister,
Yes, frien's, Ah knows it,
Dese bones gwine rise again,

(Rest of stanzas same form w/chorus)

Thought He'd made a woman, too,
Didn't know 'xactly what to do.

Took a rib from Adam's side,
Made Miz Eve fo' to be his bride.

Sot dem in de garden fair,
Told dem to eat whatever was dere.

But to one tree dey must not go,
Must leave de apples dere to grow.

Ole Miz Eve come a-walkin' round,
Spied dat tree all loaded down.

'Long came a serpent, six foot three,
Chase Miz Eve up de apple tree.

Sarpint windin' 'round de trunk,
At Miz Eve his eye he wunk.

Eve shin fudder up dat tree,
She sunk her teeth, "Oh boy, whoopee!"

De good Lawd come a-snoopin' 'roun',
Spied de peelin's on de groun'.

De Lawd he speaks wid a monstrous voice,
Shuck dis ol' worl' to its ve'y joists.

"Adam, Adam, where art thou?"
"Here, Marse Lawd, Ah'se comin' now."

"You bin eatin' mah apples, Ah believe."
"No, Marse Lawd, dat was Miz Eve."

De Lawd He rise up in his wrath,
Told 'em, "You beat it down de path."

So dey went out hand in hand,
Fust de woman an' den de man.

Now po' Adam's holdin' de sack,
Wishes he had his old rib back.

Ob dis tale dere am no mo'
'Cause I'm de guy what ate de core.