“God damn his soul, put the harness on the bull.”
Cap’n Morgan and Bill Dolin come to line this track,
Pick it up and shake it back.
Cap’n, cap’n the track is wet.
“Knock ’er right on, black boy, till the evenin’ sun do set.”
Cap’n, cap’n, can you tell
The track is slick and cold as hell?
Captain, Captain, Let Wheelers Roll
Captain, captain, let wheelers roll,
Captain, captain, Lawd, let wheelers roll.