I ain’t got time for hangin’ around People not knowing when the sun goes down Work so hard my nose turned brown Sniffing people not knowing when the sun go down
Master, Master, I’ve been told Fetch me silver, grab that gold Worked so hard with sleeves unrolled ‘Cause I can’t pick cotton if it gets too cold
Master, I must say You often charge more than you pay I’d just as soon be on my way But a Knick-Knack Whipcrack and I stay
And oh, my blisters bleed This ain’t the kind of work I need I’d rather starve than slave all day You can tax me, torture, but I won’t obey
‘Cause I ain’t got time for hanging around People not knowing when the sun goes down I worked so hard my nose turned brown Sniffing people not knowing when the sun go down
I ain’t got time for hanging around People not knowing when the sun goes down Worked so hard my nose turned brown Sniffing people not knowing when the sun go down
Ain’t no masters, ain’t no gods Let my people go Take those chances, snatch the oddsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
