Goin’ Back to de Gang
De night wus dark, de guard wus gone,
I slipped dat chain off’n my laig,
De night wus dark, an’ de rain hit poured.
Dis nigger astray wid nowhere to board.
I’s hungry and cold, nowhere to go,
When de niggers see dese clothes, dey shets de do’.
Out all night, de dawgs am comin’,
Goin’ back to de gang, tired o’ bummin’.
Shin up a tree, no time to be los’,