Charles Taylor
Save me Lord
For I am the slave Charles Taylor
From New Orleans
A laborer
Upon my knees I plead
For am I not a man and a brother
Save me Lord
Three years picking cotton
In the fields
The sun and lashes have my body torn
My spirit for the good Lord unshaken
My name is Charles Taylor
I was born a slave
Died a freeman
My brother died picking cotton
My mother dead too
Save me Lord
Hallelujah
So my driver he let us sing quiet while pickin'
"Swing low, sweet chariot*
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends, I’m coming too
Coming for to carry me home"
*http://www.negrospirituals.com/index.html
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