Drive on, Diamond Joe.
He Run Me In
Talkin’ ’bout yo’ ghosts, let me tell:
I thought I drapped dat nigger in dat well
But he run me in, yes, Lawd, he run me in.
’Tain’t no fun I’s here to tell
When a dead nigger gits out’n an ol’ fiel’ well
An’ runs me in, yes, Lawd, he run me in.
He ain’t got no arms, he ain’t got no haid,
I didn’t stop an’ count dem tracks I made,