The Danberrys - Jimmy Lyrics
Jimmy was a working manA field hand in the Phelp’s Bottom fieldsIn the heart of the south landMomma, don’t you know his momma she criedAs his train rolled east from LouisianaFrom the field rose a sound as thick as the cotton on highA song to ease her worried mindSteal away, Momma don’t cry, he’s going on homeSteal away, Momma don’t cry, he’s going on home to the Promise LandMaster, money was helping itselfTo the pockets of this manMiss Leigh, the meanest thing you’ve ever seenWith the face of a childAnd they were falling down under the weightOf the great man who waged the war of northern aggressionFreedom, freedom cried the soul of every manWaiting on God’s redemptionSteal away, Momma don’t cry, he’s going on homeSteal away, Momma don’t cry, he’s going on home to the Promise LandThe sun beat down on Jimmy as the white weapons they riseAnd the fog grows thick o’er the white man’s eyesWhat a shame, they were digging their gravesFor the sake of greed a vow in time he meant to breakJimmy, go on down where the creek bed layAnd rest your eyes on heavenStay with me and you’ll own the dirt that stains your handsAnd covers your heart with freedomSteal away, Momma don’t cry, he’s going on homeSteal away, Momma don’t cry, he’s going on home to the Promise Land
