Dese Bones Gwine Rise Again

De Lawd, He thought He'd make a man,
Dese bones gwine rise again,
Made 'im outa mud an' a han'ful o' san',
Dese bones gwine rise again.

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I knowed it,
Indeed I knowed it, brother,
I knowed it,
Dese bones gwine rise again.

Thought He'd make a woman, too,
Didn't know 'xactly what to do.

Took a rib from Adam's side,
Made Miss Eve for to be his bride.

Put um in a garden fine and fair,
Tole um to eat whatever was dere.

But to one tree they mus' not go,
Must leave de apples dere to grow.

Sarpint quoiled around a chunk,
At Miss Eve his eye he wunk.

First she took a little pull,
Then she filled her apron full.

Adam took a little slice,
Smack his lips an' say 'twas nice.

De Lord He spoke with a 'ponstrous voice,
Shook de world to its very jois'.

" Stole my apples, I believe. "
" No, Marse Lord, I 'spec' it was Eve. "

" Out of this garden you must git,
Earn yo' livin' by yo' sweat. "

He put an angel at de do',
Tol' um never come dere no mo'.

Of this tale there is no mo',
Eve et the apple and Adam de co'.
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