Negro Thinks in Rest

Sky’s a driftin’
And I’s agh wonderin'
When my chariot gone come ta carry me home?
Sunlight’s dancin’
On top of dem trees
Sprinklin’ rays
Down ‘pon
Mys head
As da green grass
Becomes a bed
I’s dreamin’ bout da time when
Mys chariot gone come ta carry me home.
Wit da workin’ hard all days long
Ma Maybelle be singin’ her sweet song
bout God’s grace even wit
All da wrong dat be goin' on.
I din ask Him in mys spare time
When my chariot gone come ta carry me home?
Like dem birds dat know howta
Spread day wings an fly
I cry for da same ding.
Gone from dis place wit out
Sayin’ aint one goodbye.
If’in I’s could meet it in da’ sky
It wouldn’t hafta swing so low
My chariot dat gone come ta carry me home.
Mr. boss says “nigger get on up and get back ta work!”
I’s dinkin’ I aint knows nothin’ else since birth
As my head lifts from da earth
and mys tired feet get on back ta
Shufflin’
Back at pickin’ cotton
Long endless rows where sometimes
I’s feel forgotton
But Lord knows...
Got faith dat da good Lord knows
And He right up past dem clouds preparin'
A chariot ta come an carry me home.
Nigga gold filled to da top
As I's waitin’ in line
Waitin’ to be told is justa bout quittin’ time
Come dark dink I’s break out da moon shine
And wit my harp, howl at dem stars for a spell
Mr. Boss be wonderin’ as he hands me down mys pay “what da hell I‘s be smilin‘ for anyway?”
Is tell him justa dreamin’ bout dat day
When my chariot gone come ta carry me home.