Classic Poem

Now I never
will forget that floating bridge
Now I never
will forget that floating bridge
Now I never
will forget
that float-
ing bridge

Tell me five
minutes time
under water I was hid

When I was go-
ing down I throwed up my hands
Now when I was go-
ing down I throwed up my hands
Now when I was go-
ing down
I throwed
up my hands

Please,
take me on dry land

Now they carried
me in the house and they laid me 'cross the bank
Now they carried
me in the house and they laid me 'cross the bank
Now they carried
me in the house
and they laid me
'cross the bank

'Bout a gallon 'n'
half muddy water I had drank

They dried
me off and they laid me in the bed
Now they dried
me off and they laid me in the bed
Now they dried
me off
and they laid
in the bed
Couldn't hear nothing
but muddy water run through my head

Now my mother
often taught me, Quit playing a bum
Now my mother
often taught me, Quit playing a bum
Now my mama
often taught me,
Son, quit
playing a bum

Go somewhere,
settle down and make a crop

Now the people standing
on the bridge: screaming and crying
People
on the bridge was screaming and crying
Now the—people
on the bridge
standing screaming
and crying
Lord have mercy while we gwine