by Eric Clapton and George Terry
Hear my story and listen well;
Truth is in all that I tell.
It could never have been me.
I did not shoot no deputy.
Mr. Grant, the deputy,
Friend to my whole family.
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around.
Don`t blame me.
Don`t blame me.
I hide it all except a few seeds
And make him think I plant for me.
When Mr. Grant and I know all the while
We`ve got enough for the whole island.
Three years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down.
No one knew of it but three:
Mr. Grant, Davis and me.
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I swear by God it is a plot;
Davis sent me here to rot.
Listen people, can`t you see
Mr. Davis shot the deputy.
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