Music

Moral Monday

Hallelujah, Moral Monday

Hallelujah, Amen

Hallelujah, Moral Monday

We’re winning again

You drew up those districts to keep us apart

Too bad your pencil don’t work on our hearts.

CHORUS: Hallelujah, Moral Monday

Hallelujah, Amen

Hallelujah, Moral Monday

We’re winning again

We marched down to Raleigh

And it turned out swell

We’re coming to your town

To give them some (heck) hell

CHORUS: Hallelujah, Moral Monday

Hallelujah, Amen

Hallelujah, Moral Monday

We’re winning again

You cut your own taxes

And spit on the poor

We’ve come to the state house

To show you the door.

CHORUS: Hallelujah, Moral Monday

Hallelujah, Amen

Hallelujah, Moral Monday

We’re winning again

Coal ash in the river

But no living wage

Your own mama says

This ain’t how you were raised

CHORUS:  Hallelujah, Moral Monday

Hallelujah, Amen

Hallelujah, Moral Monday

We’re winning again

Hallelujah, Thine the Glory

or

Hallelujah, I”m A’Travelin for Moral Monday

Adaptation of traditional song by SNCC members

‘Buses Are A-Comin’

Buses are a comin, oh yeah

Buses are a comin ah yeah, Buses are a comin, buses are a comin, buses are a’ comin’ oh yeah,

Comin into Jackson, oh yeah

Comin into Jackson, oh yeah

Comin into Jackson

Comin into Jackson

Comin into Jackson Oh yeah

‘Better Get ye ready…..Oh yeah

‘Better Get your Ticket…

‘Ridin n the front seat…

‘Barnett don’t you hear them…

‘Freedom is a comin…

‘You can take my mattress…

‘You can take my tootbrush…

Tune of  ‘The Banana Boat Song’ made famous by Harry Belfonte’

Freedom- freedom -Freedom’s coming and it won’t be long

Freedom- freedom Freedom’s coming and it won’t be long

Took a trip down Alabama way- Freedom’s coming and it won’t be long

We met much violence on Mother’s Day Freedom’s coming and it won’t be long

We took a trip on a Greyhound bus, Freedom’s coming and it won’t be long

To fight segregation, this we must, Freedom’s comin’ and it won’t be long

Violence in Alabama didn’t stop our cause, Freedom’s comin’ and it won’t be long

Federal Marshals come enforce the laws, Freedom’s comin’ and it won’t be long

Freedom- freedom -Freedom’s coming and it won’t be long

 

WHICH SIDE ARE YOU ON

Which side are you on boys, which side are you on, (TELL ME)

Which side are you on.

My daddy was a freedom fighter and I’m a freedom son

I’ll stick right with this struggle until the battle’s won

Which side are you on boys which side are you on

Don’t ‘Tom’ for Uncle Charlie, don’t listen to his lies

‘Cause black folks haven’t got a chance until they organize

Which side are you on boys, which side are you on

They say in Hinds County, no neutrals have they met.

You’re either for the Freedom Ride or you “Tom” for Ross Barnett.

Which side are you on boys, which side are you on, which side are you on (tell me) which side are you on.



'Hallelujah I'm A-Travelin'
Stand up and rejoice, a great day is here
We are fighting Jim Crow and the victory's near
Hallelujah, I'm a travelin', hallelujah, ain't it fine?
Hallelujah, I'm a-traveling down freedom's main line!

In 1954 our Supreme Court said, Look a here Mr. Jim Crow, 
it's time you were dead"
Hallelujah, I'm a travelin', hallelujah, ain't it fine?
Hallelujah, I'm a-traveling down freedom's main line!

I'm paying my fare on the Greyhound bus line
I'm riding the front seat to Montgomery this time
Hallelujah, I'm a travelin', hallelujah, ain't it fine?
Hallelujah, I'm a-traveling down freedom's main line!

In Nashville, Tennessee, I can order a Coke
And the waitress at Woolworth's knows it's not a joke.
Hallelujah, I'm a travelin', hallelujah, ain't it fine?
Hallelujah, I'm a-traveling down freedom's main line!

I walked in Montgomery, I sat in Tennessee
And now I'm riding for equality.

I'm traveling to Mississippi, on the Greyhound Bus line
Hallelujah I'm riding the front seat this time








 DOWN MOSES  
When Israel was in Egypt’s land

Let my people go
Oppressed so hard they could not stand
Let my people go

Go down Moses
Way down in Egypt land
Tell old Pharaoh
“Let my people go”

“Thus spoke the Lord” bold Moses said
Let my people go
“If not I’ll smite your first born dead
Let my people go

No more in bondage shall they toil
Let my people go
Let them come out with Egypt’s spoil”
Let my people go

Didn’t My Lord Deliver Daniel

Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel
Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel
 
An’ why not-a every man.

He delivered Daniel from de lion’s den
Jonah from de belly of de whale
An’ de Hebrew chillun from de fiery furnace
An’ why not every man

De moon run down in a purple stream
De sun forbear to shine
An’ every star disappear
King Jesus shall-a be mine
De win’ blows eas’ an’ de win’ blows wes’
It blows like a judgement day
An’ every po’ sinner dat never did pray’ll
Be glad o pray dat day

Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel
Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel
An’ why not-a every man.
I see my foot on de Gospel ship
An’ de ship begin to sail
It landed me over on Canaan’s shore
An’ I’ll never come back no mo’

Can’t you see it’s coming
Can’t you see it’s coming
Can’t you see it’s coming…

No More Auction Block for Me.
 The Jubilee Singers,(by Gustavus D. Pike, 1873)

No more auction block for me
        No more, no more
No more auction block for me
        Many thousand gone

No more peck of corn for me…        
        No more, no more
No more peck of corn for me
        Many thousand gone

No more driver’s lash form…
No more pint of salt for me…
No more hundred lash for me…
No more mistress’ call for me…

Wade in the water

Wade in the water, children

God’s a-going to trouble the water

See that host all dressed in white
God’s a-going to trouble the water
The leader looks like the Israelite
God’s a-going to trouble the water

See that band all dressed in red
God’s a-going to trouble the water
Looks like the band that Moses led
God’s a-going to trouble the water

Look over yonder, what do you see?
God’s a-going to trouble the water
The Holy Ghost a-coming on me
God’s a-going to trouble the water

If you don’t believe I’ve been redeemed
God’s a-going to trouble the water
Just follow me down to the Jordan’s stream
God’s a-going to trouble the water

O MARY DON'T YOU WEEP DON'T YOU MOURN

O Mary, don’t you weep, don’t you mourn 
O Mary, don’t you weep, don’t you mourn 
Pharaoh’s army got drowned 
O Mary, don’t you weep

Some of these mornings bright and fair
Take my wings and cleave the air
Pharaoh’s army got drowned
O Mary, don’t you weep

When I get to heaven goin’ to sing and shout
Nobody there for turn me out

Pharaoh’s army got drowned O Mary don’t you weep

When I get to Heaven goin’ to put on my shoes
Run about glory and tell all the news
Pharaoh’s army got drowned
O Mary don’t you weep

 

Lord How Come Me Here:

(x3) Lord how come me here

I wish I never was born

(x3) There ain’t no freedom here, Lord

I wish I never was born

(x3) They sold my children away

I wish I never was born

(x3) They treat me so mean here, Lord

I wish I never was born

DEEP RIVER

Deep river, my home is over Jordan

Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Oh, chillun

Oh, don’t you want to go, to that gospel feast

That promised land, that land where all is

peace?

Walk into heaven, and take a seat

And cast my crown at Jesus feet

Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Ride on King Jesus! Composition by J. W. Work, 1940

Ride on King Jesus!

No man can hinder him

Ride on King Jesus !

No man can hinder him

Jesus rides o a milk white horse

No man can hinder him

The river Jordan he did cross

No man can hinder him

If you want to find your way to God

No man can hinder him

The gospel highway must be trod

No man can hinder him

I was young when I begun

No man can hinder him

But now my race is almost run

No man can hinder him

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

Looked over Jordan what do I’d see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

I looked up over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
I saw a band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan what do I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

Took the Children Away: 

Archie Roach (Protest Song)

This story’s right, this story’s true

I would not tell lies to you

Like the promises they did not keep

And how they fenced us in like sheep.

Said to us come take their hand

Set us up on mission land.

Taught us to read, to write and pray

Then they took the children away

Took the Children Away

The children away

Snatched from their mothers breast

Said this is for the best

Took them away

The welfare man, the police man,

Said you’ve got to understand.

We’ll give to them what  you cant give

Teach them how to really live they said,

Humiliated them instead.

Taught them that and taught them this and others taught them prejudice.

You took the children away

The children away

Breaking their mothers heart

Tearing us all apart, took them away

Took us away

Snatched from our Mothers breast,

Said this was for the best,

Took us away

Told us what to do and say,

Taught us all the white mans ways

Then thy split us up again,

And gave us gifts to ease the pain,

Sent us off to foster homes

As we grew up we felt alone.

Cause we were acting white,

Yet feeling black

One sweet day

All the children came back,

The children came back,

The children came back

Back where their hearts grow strong,

Back where they all belong,

The children came back,

I said the children came back.

The children came back,

Back where they understand.

Back to their mothers’ land,

The children came back

Back to their mother

Back to their father

Back to their sister

Back to their brother

Back to their people

Back to their land

Oh the children came back

The children came back

The children came back

Yes I came back

SECULAR MUSIC

Rabbit in de briar patch,

Squirrel in de tree,

Wish I could go huntin’,

But I ain’t free.

Rooster’s in de henhouse,

Hen’s in de patch,

Love to go shootin’,

But I ain’t free.

SECULAR SONG

Massa sleeps in de feather bed,

Nigger sleeps on de floor;

When we’ uns gits to heaven,

Dey’ll be no slaves no mo.

William Wells Brown working for a slave trader often heard slaves singing these words while they carried to New Orleans:

See these poor souls from Africa

Transported from America;

We are stolen, and sold in Georgia,

Will you go along with me?

We are stolen, and sold in Georgia,

Come sound the jubilee!

See wives and husbands sold apart,

Their children’s screams will break my heart;

There’s a better day a coming,

Will you go along with me?

There’s a better day a coming,

Go sound the jubilee!

Courtship:

Farewell, farewell, sweet Mary;

I’m ruined forever

By lovin’ of you;

Your parents don’t like me,

That I do know

I am not worthy to enter your do.

These lyrics are veiled messages carried in the field if the overseer was getting close to someone resting in the field:

Sister, carry de news on,

Master’s in de field;

Sister, carry de news on,

Mast’s in de fielded

WORK SONG

Oh Lord pick a bail of cotton,

Oh Lord pick a bail of day,

Corn-Shuckings

All dem puty gals will be dar,

Shuck dat corn before you eat,

Dey will fix it fer us rare,

Shuck dat corn before you eat,

I know dat supper will be big,

Shuck dat corn before you eat.

I think i smell a fine roast pig,

Shuck dat corn before you eat.

I hope dey’ll have some whisky dar,

Shuck dat corn before you eat.

I think i’ll fill my pockets full,

Shuck dat corn before you eat.

Polked fun at Politicians

Polk and Clay went to war,

Polk came back with a broken jaw.

Frederick Douglass:

Recorded a song representative of the planter’s oppression:  

We raise de wheat,

Dey gib us de corn;

We bake de bread,

Dey gib us de cruss;

We sif de meal,

Dey gib us de huss;

We peal de meat,

Dey gib us de skin

And dat’s de way

Dey takes us in.

Sexual Reference.

Sally’s in de garden siftin’ sand,

And all she want is a honey man.

De reason why I wouldn’t marry,

Because she was my cousin

O row de boat ashore, hey, hey,

Sally’s in de garden siftin’ sand.

Secular Songs were slaves making fun of themselves:

Run nigger, run de pat’roller’ keth o’

Run nigger, run, it’s almos’ day

Dat nigger run, dat dat nigger flew,

Dat nigger tore his shirt in two.

Dat niger, he sed don’t ketch me,

But git dat nigger back

Hind de tree.

Dat nigger cried, dat nigger lied,

Dat nigger shook his old fat side,

Run, nigger, run, it’s almos’ day.

Old Mistress Promised Me.”

My old missus promise me

Shoo a la a day,

When she die she set me free

Shoo a la a day

She live so long her head git bald,

Shoo a la a day

She give up de idea of dyin’ a-tall,

Shoo a la a day.

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