Classic Poem

Way down yonder in de middle o' de fiel',
Not so partic'lar 'bout workin' at de wheel,
But I jes' want-a see how de chariot feel.

Refrain:

Now let me fly
Into Mount Zion, Lord, Lord.

I got a mother in de Promise Lan',
Ain't goin' to stop till I shake her han',
Not so partic'lar 'bout workin' at de wheel,
But I jes' want-a get up in de Promise Lan'.

Meet dat Hypocrite on de street,
First thing he do is to show his teeth,
Nex' thing he do is to tell a lie,
An' de bes' thing to do is to pass him by.