John Browns Gat by The 1865 (NY) Lyrics

They shot him dead

Jut a cotton man &
We out here today man
Just a cotton man whos got four arms
And designated
Maybe I'll admit it I post deeds of remorse the sinners
John Brown's gatlin' will win us

In the middle of the summer
Laze fast asleep
Arm slaves for but it days out here
Chilling with these hoes
We are hip 'cause we know
But a killer message just came through
White man armed with
John Browns gatlin' was here
Open the door to your arm
Or starve

Jut a cotton man &
We out here today man
Just a cotton man whos got four arms
And designated
Maybe I'll admit it I post deeds of remorse the sinners
John Brown's gatlin' will win us
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