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
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