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Cotton Song

Rating: 3.0

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!

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 05 June 2015

Its got a cool flow, its almost jazzy, bodies like to roll the soul

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Kim Barney 05 June 2015

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

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 June 2015

Shackles of life. Nice work.

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