Boss Jack

Pick a lot o'cotton, drag a long sack Comin' across the field, well, I see Boss Jack He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan When you know that horse, you'll leave him alone The ole roan's got green in his eyes Mean as the devil and twice as wise A fire in his nose and a bow in his back Can't nobody ride him but Boss Jack Come on children, bend your back Work a little faster, fill your sack Then you hitch up the wagon, take it to the gin Finish pickin' before the winter sets in Now here while back, when the crop was laid by Remember who took us on a big fish fry? Caught a heap of catfish, goggle eye and carp Dashed and sang to the guitar and the harp Well, someday old Boss Jack is gonna set us all free Gabriel gonna blow for you and me Angels gonna bring that chariot from above floppin' Their wings like a turtle dove, come on children