комментированный список 1958 "Джоан Баэз в Сан-Франциско"

Told My Captain

Told my captain
My hands were cold.
Said, Damn your hands, boy,
Let the wheels a-roll!

I aksed my captain
To give me my time
Damn old captain
Wouldn't pay me no mind.

I raised my hand
To wipe the sweat off my head
Captain got mad, boy
Shot my buddy dead.

Captain walkin'
Up and down
Buddy layin' there dead, boy,
On the burning ground.

If you don't believe
My buddy is dead
Just look at that hole
In my buddy's head.

Buzzards circlin'
'round the sky
'ey know my captain
Surely bound to die.
Surely bound to die.
Surely bound to die.
Сверил с фонограммой

примечание к потеряной строчке
[1] If I was white (or if I were on equal terms for a fair fight)
Recorded on Chain Gang, Joshua White and the Carolinians
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