When Jesus hangin’ on de cross,

His mudder began to moan.

He looked at his dear ’ciples

An say, “Take my dear mudder home.”

Angels Lookin’ at Me

Dig my grave wid a silver spade,

Angels lookin’ at me.

Oh, look-a dere, look-a dere,

Oh, look-a dere, look-a dere,

Angels lookin’ at me.