Feather Bed

Cannon Jug Stompers

Compositor: Gus Cannon & His Jug Stompers

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.