Jesse Frederick — Slave Runner

Run on, you bad man The devil's got your soul Back to selling poor black folk That you done stole You’re Ebeneezer Johnson's boy But that ain't all You’re on the list of them that's got So wait your call Well, there ain't no man That could ever outwit the Lord Remember that no devil's soul Ever saw that golden door You called out ole Milburn "Steeple Top" won't budge And his man, Samson Hat Sent you sniffling to the judge The judge said "Joe, better move on today." No politics can see you through If a Milburn's in your way There ain't no man That could ever outwit the Lord Remember that no devil's soul Ever saw that golden door Running from the sound Of the wind in the water Thinking every time You turn your back you’re a goner Hurry up, Joe, better use up All that profit that you earn Look out, man, there’s a clock a-ticking Everywhere you turn Sail on you bad man Push that river hull Well, my old woman lost her mind When you broke her baby's skull You and Patty Cannon Side by side from a tree Just swinging in that warm breeze What a sight to see Well, there ain’t no man That could ever outwit the Lord Remember that no devil's soul Ever saw that golden door, yeah Aw, no, babe, I said Run on, you bad man The devil's got your soul Run on, you bad man, run Run on, you bad man The devil's got your soul, yeah Run on, you bad man, run Bad man, run Bad man, run Bad man, run Bad man, run