Down in the fields, fields, fields—
we worked so hard, hard, hard.
Pickin’ rice, rice, rice,
’till our hands were scarred, scarred, scarred.
Asked the man for fifty cent, cent, cent,
for the work we did, did, did.
He laughed and said, said, said—
“You still owe rent, rent, rent.”
Can’t check the ledger hid, hid, hid.
Drop your eyes or get bent, bent, bent.
Don’t gather up no groups, groups, groups,
’cept for church,
Don’t talk too loud, loud, loud.
Don’t speak too slow, slow, slow.
Don’t move too fast, fast, fast.
Don’t be out past dark, dark, dark.
you might get marked, marked, marked.
Don’t talk too loud, loud, loud.
Don’t speak too slow, slow, slow.
Don’t move too fast, fast, fast.
Don’t be out past dark, dark, dark.
‘Cause if you are…
you might get marked, marked, marked
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Down in the fields: Don’t speak too slow
Down in the fields, fields, fields we worked so hard, hard, hard. Pickin’ rice, rice, rice, ’till our hands were scarred, scarred, scarred. Asked the man for fifty …
Down in the fields: Don’t talk too loud
Down in the fields, fields, fields— we worked so hard, hard, hard. Pickin’ rice, rice, rice, ’till our hands were scarred, scarred, scarred. Asked the man for fifty …
Down in the fields: Out past dark
Down in the fields, fields, fields we worked so hard, hard, hard. Pickin’ rice, rice, rice, ’till our hands were scarred, scarred, scarred. Asked the man for fifty …