I beat my drum Everybody hated coming running Now I beat my drum all day All rise, all rise All rise in the morning Take the good news, carry it away Take the good news, spirit it away The farmer shall wear the green of his furrows The plowman shall heel his teams for the day That hunter shall still his dangerous arrow Take the good news, spirit it away Take the good news, carry it away Oh brother, where have you been Down at the gate winding Oh my father what shall I do Set 'em straight or no more souls get through I beat my drum Everybody hated coming running And I beat my drum all day All rise, all rise All rise in the morning Take the good news, carry it away Take the good news, spirit away