You Promise me a Blessing

by Gregory W Golden   Oct 28, 2006


Lord, were is my blessing

Well, I now pick a lot of
cotton and baled a lot
of hay

You keep a roof over my
head, and I just continue
to pray

You know, after they freed
them slaves, they promised
us forty acres and a mule

You promised me a blessing

Well, I didn't know I was sitting
on Mr. Gilmore's property

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