My Daddy went walking some place he shouldn’t be
Next thing I know he was hung from an oak tree
They stripped his clothes, broke his bones
When we found him he was dead as stone
My people cut him down, laid him to rest
He was wearing a suit, his Sunday best
Looking at the heavens above I prayed
begging he’d be avenged from his grave
I went to the oak tree and laid at it roots
Thought I heard my Daddy’s boots
It was not he, yet I was not alone
Was it an angel now earth bound
I could see a hint of a smile in his eyes
Were mine playing tricks on me as I cried
Looking at me gently he began to hum
In his other hand I spotted a gun
The man let out a thunderous roar
As he sat me down on the earthen floor
He moved swiftly towards the white man’s farm
Knowing what was to be I fel
