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^ Yes they have good voices and it's nice to see armed policemen innocently singing in harmony.

Here's a guy presumably on the otherside of the law, but he's doing something I really love to hear; a lone voice singing out from decades ago, and still sounding great. Whoever you may be, Bama Stuart, you couldn't imagine that your singing would now be freely available all across the globe or that your Youtube clip would get more than 77,000 visits:-

... and one of those Youtube visitors posted the lyrics, plus their ideas about some hidden messages:

Spoiler for I'm Goin' Home lyrics:

01-07-2018, 06:37 PM	#207 (permalink)
Lisnaholic ...here to hear... Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: He lives on Love Street Posts: 4,444	^ Yes they have good voices and it's nice to see armed policemen innocently singing in harmony. Here's a guy presumably on the otherside of the law, but he's doing something I really love to hear; a lone voice singing out from decades ago, and still sounding great. Whoever you may be, Bama Stuart, you couldn't imagine that your singing would now be freely available all across the globe or that your Youtube clip would get more than 77,000 visits:- ... and one of those Youtube visitors posted the lyrics, plus their ideas about some hidden messages: Spoiler for I'm Goin' Home lyrics: Last year was no good crop year And everybody KNOWED IT Grandpa raised A BUSHEL OF CORN AND some black rascal stole it I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home [Thinking of the poverty stricken rednecks scratching in their sand patches in the hills, Bama in effect tells the guard, "Sonny boy, I'll leave you behind; there's nothing you and yours can do to me."] Jaybird pullin’ the TURNIN' PLOW Sparrow pullin’ the HARROW You gonna pull it today big boy And I’m gonna pull it tomorrow I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home [Thinking of the unequal division of labor in the South, and how some day the tables may be turned.] Lost my gal the other day WHERE you RECKON I found her? Way down THERE in THE old corn field Fifteen boys around her I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home [Now moving on to a fantasy about a promiscuous white woman, carrying out her forbidden desires for black lovers.] CALL THE n**r with the black boots on I sure do wish IT WAS SLAVERY I take THESE TRACE CHAINS here And run you stone crazy I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home Talking: Yeah you like that ALL RIGHT, BOSS I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home [The cracker wishes he could drive off the superpotent black with unchecked violence. Conscious of the real difference between a slave and a free man, he consoles himself with the fantasy murder of a Negro casually encountered. Bama answers again, "look sonny, you can't hold me, because I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin home."] Grandma had an old bulldog She swore he’s double-jointed She sent that dog to the blacksmith shop And had his nose POINTED I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home I’m goin’ home boy, I’m goin’ home Girl bring me my shotgun Rifle ain’t got no trigger We goin’ down to A party tonight Might meet another n*r I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home I’m goin’ home son, I’m goin’ home I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home Talking: BOSS YOU like that ONE ALL RIGHT? I'm goin’ home gal, I’m goin’ home I’m goin’ home big boy, I’m goin’ home Talking: What else GO WITH THAT song boy Last year I PLOWED A HORNY OX This year I PLOWED A MULIE I didn’t make no cotton and corn I'm going home to Julie __________________ "Am I enjoying this moment? I know of it and perhaps that is enough."* - Sybille Bedford, 1953