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DESE BONES GWINE TO RISE AGAIN Lord, He thought he'd make a man Dese bones gwine to rise again Made him outa dirt an' a little bit o' sand. Dese bones gwine to rise again cho: I know it, 'deed I know it Dese bones gwine to rise again Adam was the fust He made He put him on de bank an' he laid him in de shade, Thought He'd make a 'ooman too Didn't know 'xactly what to do. Took a rib from Adam's side Made Miss Eve to be his bride (Gave it to him for his bride) Put 'em in a garden, rich an' fair Tol' em dey might eat whatever wuz there. But one tree dey mus' not go Mus' leave de apples dere to grow. Ol' Miss Eve come walkin' 'roun Spied a tree all loaded down. Sarpint coiled around a chunk At Miss Eve his eye he wunk. Firs' she took a little pull Den she fill her apron full. Den Adam took a little slice Smack his lips an say 'twas nice. De Lord He came a-wanderin' roun' Spied dem peelin's on de ground. De Lord He speak wid a ponstrus voice Shuck dis ol' worl' to its very joists. "Adam, Adam, where art thou?" "Heah, Marse Lord, Ise a-comin' now." "Stole my apples, I believe?" 'No my Lord, but I spec' it wuz Eve." De Lord He riz up in His wrath Told 'em,"You beat it down the path." "Out o' dis gyarden you mus' git" "Earn yo' livin' by yo' sweat." He put an angel at de do' Tol' 'em not to never come dere no mo' Ob dis tale dere ain' no mo' Eve eat de apple, give Adam de co' From American Ballads and Folk Songs note: By the 1930s, a somewhat jazzier version of this had become a camp standard; same words, but tune DESEBONE.2 R G Laws I7 DT #793 @religion filename[ DESEBONE TUNE FILE: DESEBONE CLICK TO PLAY TUNE FILE: DESEBONE.2 CLICK TO PLAY RG apr97 |
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