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sirmoonie
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Can anyone help me with the origin of this ghetto spiritual, and its verses? Or alternative or additional verses. I know there are at least six, but I can only recall the two below, and I'm not sure I got those entirely correct.
It's been on mind since the fourth grade. I used to sing it with Negroes. It's driving me bananas that I can't remember its all. If any of you know this song and/or derivatives, I'd be surprised, but any help would be appreciated.
Its sung in a two-two 2-4 stanza with a high cleft (for thee) arpeggiated D-arwhelo. Kind of sounds like Kim Bre-Deal singing Cannonball.
=========== I woke up one morning, I looked up on the wall, I saw a gang of roaches, Playing basketball.
The score was six to nothin', I rooted for them all, Rooted for that gang of roaches, Playing basketball.
Water taste like tobacco juice, The bread is surely stale, But what the fuck you gonna do?, In the county jail.
[something, something, something] [something, something, something] [something, something, something] In the county jail.
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