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THE BALLAD OF HARRIET TUBMAN (Woody Guthrie) I was five years old in Bucktown Maryland When into slavery I was sent I'll tell you of the beatings and of the fighting In my ninety-three years I've spent I helped a field hand make a run for freedom When my fifteenth year was rolling round And the guard he caught him in a little store In a little slavery village town The boss made a grab to catch the field hand I jumped in and blocked the door The boss he hit me with a two pound scale iron And I went black down on the floor On a bundle of rags in our log cabin My mother she ministered unto my needs It was here I swore I¹d give my life blood Just to turn my people free In '44 I married John Tubman Well I loved him well till '49 But he would not come and fight beside me So I left him there behind I left Bucktown with my two brothers But they got scared and run back home I followed my northern star of freedom I walked the grass and trees alone I slept in a barn loft and in a haystack I slept with my people in slavery shacks They said I'd die by the bossman's bullets But I told them I can't turn back The sun was shining in the early morning When I come to my free state line I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming I just could not believe my eyes I went back home and I got my parents I loaded them into a buckboard hag We crossed six states and other slaves followed Up to Canada we made our tracks One slave got scared and he tried to turn backwards I pulled my pistol in front of his eyes I said get up and walk to your freedom Or by this fireball you will die When John Brown hit them at Harper's Ferry My men was fighting right by his side When John Brown swung upon his gallows It was then I hung my head and cried Give the black man guns and give him powder To Abe Lincoln this I said You¹ve just crippled that snake of slavery We¹ve got to fight to kill him dead When we faced the guns of lightning And the thunders broke our sleep After we waded the bloody rainstorms It was dead men that we reaped Yes we faced the zigzag lightning But it was worth the price we paid When our thunder had rumbled over We¹d laid slavery in it's grave Come now and stand around my deathbed And I will sing some spirit songs I'm my way to my greater union Now my ninety-three years are gone @history @slave @abolitionist @political filename[ HARTUBM2 OH Feb07 Popup Midi Player 
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