Roll On, Buddy - Harry Belafonte

Well you gotta roll on buddy, roll on easy

How can I roll, when the wheel won’t go

I’ve been rollin' yes and I’ve been wheeling

Just a little too long, just a little too long

Well early in the morning, I find myself praying

That the sun don’t rise, that the sun don’t rise

When that sun’s gotta movin' captain done call me

To country road, to country road

Grab a my hammer, hammer is a burnin'

From the blazing sun, from the blazing sun

Forty pound a hammer just a little to heavy

For my size buddy for my size

Oh roll on buddy, roll on easy

How can I roll, when the wheel won’t go

Sometimes I get a sayin', sometimes I get a prayin'

That I never been born, that I never been born

When a man’s on a chain gang all his days

Something done gone wrong, something sure is wrong

All this sweat all down my face

Never cool my tongue, never cool my tongue

Well I won’t lay down somewhere that’s shading

Let the cop pass by let the cop pass by

Now ain’t that a shame, shame, shame 'bout the captain

That boy don’t know that he bound to die

Roll on buddy roll on easy

How can I roll when the wheel won’t go