Spoken: Hello folks, raised in the South among the colored folks, and worked in the fields of corn with them all the days of my life, I will sing them good old southern songs. So now I'm going to sing you a little of "Run, Nigger, Run, The Patroller Will Catch you" Run nigger run the patroller will catch you Run nigger run its almost day Tell my mammy when I go home Girls won't let them boys alone Run nigger run the patroller will catch you Run nigger run its almost day Tell my mammy when I go home Girls won't let them boys alone Last year was a good crop year, roasting ears and tomatoes Poppa didn't raise no cotton and corn, but Lord, Lord, potatoes Run nigger run the patroller will catch you Run nigger run its almost day Tell my mammy when I go home Girls won't let them boys alone Adam and Eve was down in the garden hoeing around tomatoes Adam went around a huckleberry bush and hit her in the eye with a tater Run nigger run the patroller will catch you Run nigger run its almost day Tell my mammy when I go home Girls won't let them boys alone Jaybird built in the tall oak tree Sparrow built in the garden Old goose laid in the corner of the fence And set on the other side of Jordan Run nigger run the patroller will catch you Run nigger run its almost day Tell my mammy when I go home Girls won't let them boys alone