Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

Oh, no, Low John done done it again
Made off with the boss’ favorite pen
And wrote a note that said it all
Nailed it up on the parlor wall

By the power divested of me
Every one of you is free
Consider it a royal decree
I declare a state of liberty

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Oh, no, boss man, we won’t work no more
You bought yourself more than you bargained for
Whips just make me whistle Dixie down
And the hounds come around to bay with the sound

Let the cotton go rotten
The Devil can have this plantation
In case you’ve forgotten
I was born the prince of a nation

I’m faster than that whip-cracking bastard
And that’s what makes the real master
Curse of the conquered can be slow, slow poison
Takes centuries to sink in
Under your children’s children’s skin

They’ll shuffle to jungle rhythms
They’ll howl at the moon
They’ll weigh out their freedom
By the mile and the tune
They’ll abandon your kingdoms
And sleep in till noon

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Cultivating mutiny under your boot
The unquiet is silent but is not mute
And every agitator you shoot
Summons a dozen more in tribute
When you come face to face with your fruit
You’ll see in what a swamp you settled your roots

Don’t y’know, little Pharoah
Anyone can swing the king’s lingo
They call me High John or John the Low
And I don’t kiss any man’s toe
You can take your status quo
And stick it where the sun don’t glow