Jean Toomer

(26 December 1894 – 30 March 1967 / Washington D.C.)

Cotton Song - Poem by Jean Toomer

Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;
come now, hewit! roll away!
Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day
But lets not wait for it.
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God if we dont roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!
Cotton bales are the fleecy way,
Weary sinner's bare feet trod,
Softly, softly to the throne of God,
"We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day!
Nassur; nassur,
Hump.
Eoho, eoho, roll away!
We aint agwine to wait until th Judgment Day!"
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God if we dont roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!


Comments about Cotton Song by Jean Toomer

  • Silver Star - 3,267 Points Kevin Patrick (6/5/2015 8:00:00 PM)

    Its got a cool flow, its almost jazzy, bodies like to roll the soul (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 22,671 Points Kim Barney (6/5/2015 9:48:00 AM)

    I'd sing along
    this cotton song
    if I knew the tune
    on this fifth of June. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 27,492 Points Edward Kofi Louis (6/5/2015 5:26:00 AM)

    Shackles of life. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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