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I went down to Taneytown |
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I went down to Taneytown |
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To see what I could see |
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My mama told me never go |
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I'm damn near twenty two years old |
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Sometimes I fear this holler swallow me |
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She ran off to Gettysburg |
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Went off with that new beau of hers |
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I snuck off after dark |
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It's a long way down the county road |
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The stars were bright and the moon was low |
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Down to where the black top highway starts |
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I went down to Taneytown |
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I went down to Taneytown |
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I went down to see what I could see |
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Now everybody stared at me |
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You'd think that they ain't never seen |
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A colored boy before |
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Well they chunked at me and called me names |
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They'd have whopped me sure but the sheriff came |
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I slipped off ran through the dry goods store |
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I ran down Division Street |
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Some of them boys followed me |
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Down to the railroad track |
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There's four of them and I can't fight |
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But I had my old Randall knife |
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I cut that boy and I never did look back |
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I went down to Taneytown |
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I went down to Taneytown |
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I went down to see what I could see |
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Cross the fields and woods I run |
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Like a bullet from a rabbit gun |
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Back home to my bed |
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Now Ma came in from Gettysburg |
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Her and that new beau of hers |
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"Boy you look like hell"; alls she said |
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A month went by without a word |
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Somebody down the holler heard |
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About that boy they hung |
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He begged those men to spare his life |
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But I dropped my bloody Randall knife |
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He picked it up so they thought he was the one, yeah |
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I went down to Taneytown |
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I went down to Taneytown |
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I ain't goin' back there anymore |
