Weeping Willow

Hey Joe, I gotta leave, I gotta go    
I can't take the massa's whip no mo
gotta find a place to rest my weary head                
for if I stay massa's gon kill me dead
 
I use to be a handsome man
the massa's wife talked about me whenever she can  
then the whip started flying and the blood started flowing  
hung on a tree branch in the scorching hot sun
my back carved like meat in a butchers store front
               
I can't take no mo Joe, I gotta leave, I gotta go                
find me a place to hide my back and my pride                
is there such a place I can go hide near by                
or massa fo' sho gonna skin my nigger hyde                
               
you see misses woke me out of my sleep late one night                
shhhh she says, my heart pounding so hard, filled with freight                
you're so big and so strong, my goodness so hard, thick and long  
she made me enter her moist pink flesh, Joe! was I so wrong                
she fought hard to stay quiet, teeth marks embossed in my chest                
screaming "you big black motherfucker, dammit you are the best"                
               
one morning I heard her screaming at massa saying please don't kill him
I got really scared, so I ran hard for several hours as fast as I can
sweating and shaking I came here to seek refuge so I knocked on your door    
help me hide Joe, my feet blistered and hurt, I can't take it no mo                            
Stay under the weeping Willow until the day has passed                
you can hide your pain and wounded pride in its branches at last                
its leaves will provide comfort for your mutilated back                
they will shield you from the view of the overseer & the whips crack 
you can sing sweet sorrow and no one will hear                
it will shed your tears for you, you can sleep peacefully without fear  
   
just be patient, persevere, and don't you fall into despair                
               
good luck my friend, I know you gotta leave, you gotta go                
hide here for the night, massa's whip ain't gonna hurt you no mo