An’ now to knock his head off
Kaze he’s tryin’ to git erlong,
Accawdin’ to my Bible,
Why de whole thing ub it’s wrong.
De niggah loves dis kentry—
Ebbry time he’ll put up fight.
Fo’ it wheddah it am
In de wrong ah in de right.
But er niggah, kain’t stop!
Mus’ keep hoein’ at de crop!