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CORNFIELD HOLLER |
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A lonely Negro man plowing out in some hot, silent river bottom, sings this way. It is in such music, we believe, that the "blues" had their origin. Any white person who is acquainted with the singing of untrained country Negroes in the South will tell you that "niggers are always hollerin' like that out in the fields." |
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Sometimes I think my woman, she too sweet to die, Den sometimes I think she ought to be buried alive.
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