Story Behind the Song
He hollered and he begged, but that didn't do any good. He squalled and he cried, but that didn't do any good. He kicked and he groaned, but that didn't do any good. Then Brer Rabbit lay still and studied about what in the name of goodness he was going to do. By and by he up and allowed, "I don't know what you want with me, Mr. Hawk. I am scarcely a mouthful for you."
Lyrics
I went up on the mountain to give my horn a blow, I started thinking to myself that's coming from below.
I offer you cherries sweetly in my hand, come ride on my study back I'll tie you to the land.
come on, thread the needle, I'll sew you right to my back and down the road I'll go.
Who knows what they call it, the curving of your spine. Heaven forms the body to work around the mind.
26 miles to my home 44 to go. What a man plans with Nature should never be exposed.
Come on, thread the needle. I'll sew you right to my back and down the road I'll go.
up the steps I'll carry you...
the ending of the tale.
Hunker down neith fruited vines, and grasses long the trail.
Randall Throckmorton, Copyright 2002
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