โหลดเพลง mp3 Harriet Tubman's Ballard - Woody Guthrie

Harriet Tubman's Ballard - 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 I'd 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 boss man'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 hack

We crossed six states and other slaves followed

Up to Canada 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's then I hung my head and cried

Give the black man guns and give him powder

To Abe Lincoln this I said:

You've just crippled that snake of slavery

We've 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
We'd laid slavery in its grave

Come now and stand around my deathbed

And I will sing some spirit songs

I'm on my way to my greater union

Now my ninety-three years are gone