You Promised Me a Blessing
Lord, were is my blessing
Well, I now pick a lot of
cotton and baled a lot of hay
You keep a roof over my head, and
I just continue to pray
You know, after they freed
them slaves, they promised
us forty acres and a mule
You promised me a blessing
Well, I didn’t know I was sitting
on Mr. Gilmore’s property
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2006
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