Sally Ann Part One

by Kateb Nuri Shunnar

*Sally Ann young Southern gal
Runnin thru the wheat fields 
tryin to get home befo dee break of dawn
Sally Ann gosta help Mama tend to dee farm
The other chittlins pickin peaches and turnin butter
Sally Ann so glad she ain't gotta work 
as hard has her older brotha Nathaniel
Ha that type of work she just can't handle
*Nows Sally Ann is Mama right hand for egg and cotton pickin
You's know we gota work hard this is our only way of livin
Damn Sally
Mama would scream
didn't I tell you to hurries up 
and goes to dee market and sell dem greens
Nathaniel gots dee mule ready for ya
Hurries up befo it rains
I's walk to dee market all by mahself
lookin fo Mista Hezekiah
Everytime i's sees him he'd say
"Hey Miss Sally Ann  I's one day gone marry yo Mama"
I's just smile at him cause i's not want to be mean
I's just want to sell Mr. Hezekiah these mustard's and turnip greens
plus it's lookin a little cloudy and I want to get home befo it rains
* Now Sally Ann is lucky Nathaniel packed her an umbrella *
Now's dat i'm done i'd think i'm gone buys be a sass'prilla
I's need to get home befo the bad weather 
to locks up all the chickens and hens
Mama will be mad if we lose just one of dem
I's guess I rides dis ole mule and head on back in
I's know Mama gone be mad if I's don't help her feed dem chittlins
But man  it's a long way home
I'd guess I's sing one of those old negro spiritual songs 
"Go down, Moses
'Way down in Egypt land,
Tell ole Pharaoh,
To let my pee-eople go. 

When Israel was in Egypts land:
Let my pee-eople go,
Oppressed so hard they couldn't not stand,
Let my pee-eople go.
"Thus spoke the Lord," bold Moses said;
Let my pee-eople go,
If not I'll smite your first born dead,
Let my pee-eople go."
YAH mule YAH  
Can't you go any faster 
Shoot we anti's gone never get home 
I'm gone tell Pa-paw it's about time he'd 
Sells you to ole man Ben 
may be he can turn you into glue or somethin
 Oh lord somethin anti's right 
I hears somethin in dee woods 
Damn and I didn't bring my knife 
I'm gone mosey on but I anti's scared to fights 
Yah mule Yah 
Don't you gots any spice 
I's tryin to get home befo the turn of night 
Anti's no use in cussin
God please gets me home 
I'll guess I sing another old negro spiritual song

"Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home! 

I looked over Jordan and what did I see,
Comin' for to carry me home!
A band of angels comin' after me,
Comin' for to carry me home! 

 Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home! 

If you get there before I do,
Comin' for to carry me home,
Jess tell my friends that I'm acomin' too,
Comin' for to carry me home. 

 Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home! 

I'm sometimes up and sometimes down,
Comin' for to carry me home,
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Comin' for to carry me home!"

I's loves that song ole mule

Grand Mama useta sing it to me all the time 

Just singin that song brings tears to my eyes 

Lord I wish Grams was still alive 

I useta loves her sweet potato pie 


Grandmamma useta tell me 

"Sally Ann no needs to sit back and complain all your life 

I don't weep at the world 

I'm too busy sharpening my oyster knife" 

Grandmamma didn't tell no lies she always was right.


We almost home 

I hear Mama callin

Sally Ann....Sally Ann

I's jump off that mule and shout 

I'm comin Madam


Soon as I's get inside mama fuss and screams 

"Sally Ann!! 

Did you sell those mustards and turnip greens"


Yes Mama I sold dem all 

And Miss Dabney wants to know 

can you make her husband some new overalls 


Mama looks at me and say

"Sally Ann go tell dem chittlins I said go wash dem hands and face 

it's time for supper and when you come back set the table 

and make sure all the chickens and hens are in the gate"


I can't wait till bed time I's need to pray and meditate 

I needs to relax my soul 

All dis hard work and I ani't even old 

I'm glad tomorrow is Saturday cauz in the morning I's gone take a stroll

Down by the river side 

What a wonderful place to relax my mind 

Maybe I'll pick some flowers 

Maybe I'll go for a swim 

Well I'll know I'll have fun 

No matter what I do until den 

My reader Toodle loo

Sally Ann Part One by Kateb Nuri Shunnar

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