Discography

Good morning, young master, it’s 1882 And your mother is hungry, what will you do? There is bread in the kitchen of the big house upstairs But I warn you, don’t take it from them You’ll be tarred, you’ll be feathered, you’ll be hung like a ham And I warn you, don’t do it, young man

Your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed So get ready, young master, well, go shake your sleepy head “Darling son, I am dying and I leave it to you As I’m leaving, tell me what did I do?”

“I’m dying, tell me what did I do?”

Well, boy steals the bread, now that’s enough, heads for the door Man sees you coming, said “Boy, you won’t be running no more” Boy gets arrested and the case it gets tested that day Judge finds him guilty and the jailer takes him away Yeah, whoa

Good morning, young master, it’s twenty-five to nine They’ll be coming to get you, well, in twenty minutes time You’ll be drawn, you’ll be quartered, you’ll be hung like a ham But I warn you, get ready, young man Said the boy, “I am dying and I leave it to you As I’m leaving, tell me what did I do? As I’m dying, tell me what did I do?”