The Trouble Tree

Years ago near New Orleans There lived people who were not free So every night they would gather To leave their worries at the Trouble Tree The Trouble Tree was a giant magnoila With fragrant blossoms snowy white As the sweet perfume filled the air They would sing and dance in the pale moonlight Every day they worked for the master Picking cotton or planting corn Late at night they would gather And sing and dance 'til early morn The Trouble Tree grew deep in the bayou Hidden away from you and me The only ones who knew it's power Were those people who were not free Many years have come and gone And all the people should be free But I'm sure there are many of us Who wish we had a Trouble Tree