Feather Bed

I remember the time just before the war

Colored man used to hunt him out chips and straw

But now, bless God, old master dead,

Colored man plumb fool about feather bed

Eee wee, my dear Nancy, over the road I'm bound to go

I went up to town, go out to shriek and howl

Think I heard my baby cry

Wee wee wee, honey, over the road I'm bound to go

Wee ee ee, baby, over the road I'm bound to go.

I went downtown, didn't mean no harm

Police grabbed me right by my arm

Soon I began to pitch, I began to rear

Felt like strolling in the air.

Ooh oooh, baby, over the road I'm bound to go

I went downtown, doing my best

To find the boys that stole the vest

Went on around 'bout Court Square

To find the boys that done stole the coat

Ee ee ee, baby, over the road I'm bound to go.

Now I knew Joe Louis was in stand

Had them law books in his hands

I began to pitch, pull out a writ, began to read to me

Said, "Nigger, you been stealing in the first degree."

Ee ee eee, baby, over the road I'm bound to go

...Old Britt and Moses Brown

Said, "I'm going across Cripple Creek, going to town."

Oo ooh ohh, baby, over the road I'm bound to go.