They took him from his mother
The singer sang his song
They took him from his land
The singer sang his song
They beat him with a stick
The singer sang his song
They made him beg for coins
The singer sang his song
The singer sang his song
He sang it all day long
Until the sun was gone
With others and alone
They made him pick the fruit
The singer sang his song
They sent him to the mines
The singer sang his song
They made him work machines
The singer sang his song
They gave him scraps to eat
The singer sang his song
The singer sang his song
He sang it all day long
Until the sun was gone
With others and alone
They put him in the street
The singer sang his song
They told him he was hired
The singer sang his song
They gave him guns to fire
The singer sang his song
They told him when to fire
The singer sang his song
The singer sang his song
He sang it all day long
Until the sun was gone
With others and alone.
2 comments:
This is definitely my favorite of all your songs! I love every aspect of it. The guitar lick in the intro that comes back again at the outro. The catchy melody (broken up nicely with a refrain). And the lyrics ... man, you've captured all the societal crap that people have suffered from ... from slavery, to working in the factories and the mines, to following orders in the army .. .and through it all, the "singer sang his song". It's like you've tapped into the origin of the blues with the lyrics, and ironically made it a kind of happy song instead a blues song! It's terrific!
I’m delighted (and more than a little surprised) that you like this one Kelp. I wasn’t too happy with it myself. Maybe it’s true what they say about creators being the worst judge of their own work. As usual you catch the spirit exactly. But I wasn’t happy with the performance. Especially the vocals. Thinking of redoing them.
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