Stuart, D.W. Bama - I'm Goin' Home (Deadwood OST) | Текст песни

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• I'm Goin' Home (Deadwood OST)

Last year was no good crop year
And everybody KNOWED IT
Grandpa raised A BUSHEL OF CORN
AND some black rascal stole it

I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home

[Thinking of the poverty stricken rednecks scratching in their sand patches in the hills, Bama in effect tells the guard, "Sonny boy, I'll leave you behind; there's nothing you and yours can do to me."]

Jaybird pullin’ the TURNIN' PLOW
Sparrow pullin’ the HARROW
You gonna pull it today big boy
And I’m gonna pull it tomorrow

I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home

[Thinking of the unequal division of labor in the South, and how some day the tables may be turned.]

Lost my gal the other day
WHERE you RECKON I found her?
Way down THERE in THE old corn field
Fifteen boys around her

I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home

[Now moving on to a fantasy about a promiscuous white woman, carrying out her forbidden desires for black lovers.]

CALL THE nigar with the black boots on
I sure do wish IT WAS SLAVERY
I take THESE TRACE CHAINS here
And run you stone crazy

I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home
Talking: Yeah you like that ALL RIGHT, BOSS
I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home

[The cracker wishes he could drive off the superpotent black with unchecked violence. Conscious of the real difference between a slave and a free man, he consoles himself with the fantasy murder of a Negro casually encountered. Bama answers again, "look sonny, you can't hold me, because I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin home."]

Grandma had an old bulldog
She swore he’s double-jointed
She sent that dog to the blacksmith shop
And had his nose POINTED

I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home boy, I’m goin’ home

Girl bring me my shotgun
Rifle ain’t got no trigger
We goin’ down to A party tonight
Might meet another nigarr

I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home
Talking: BOSS YOU like that ONE ALL RIGHT?
I'm goin’ home gal, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home

Talking: What else GO WITH THAT song boy

Last year I PLOWED A HORNY OX
This year I PLOWED A MULIE
I didn’t make no cotton and corn
I’m goin’ home to Julie

I’m goin’ home Lord, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home