Sold Down River... Savannah
Words and music by Stephen Wayne
mid January, 1980
Words and music by Stephen Wayne
mid January, 1980
Roll on, Savannah River... roll on, by me...
Down, into the old town... Savannah, by the sea...
The Geor-gia nights... hang so heavy, on my weary soul...
While that old, Savannah River... she rolls, and flows...
Down, in the quarters... the old folks, sing a tune...
About, the muddy waters... neath the light, of a sla-vers moon...
They sold, my love... for some silver, and some gold...
Now that old, Savannah river... she will take, my weary soul...
Live oaks, a shiver... on the mid-night wind...
The moons, on the river... roll-in round, the twisted bend...
They took, my heart... and my sweet, little honey child...
Down that old, Savannah River.... so dark and cold, so very wild...
Lord come, for me... down to Savannah, by the sea...
Down in, those cold black waters... Lord come and com-fort me...
Down, into the old town... Savannah, by the sea...
The Geor-gia nights... hang so heavy, on my weary soul...
While that old, Savannah River... she rolls, and flows...
Down, in the quarters... the old folks, sing a tune...
About, the muddy waters... neath the light, of a sla-vers moon...
They sold, my love... for some silver, and some gold...
Now that old, Savannah river... she will take, my weary soul...
Live oaks, a shiver... on the mid-night wind...
The moons, on the river... roll-in round, the twisted bend...
They took, my heart... and my sweet, little honey child...
Down that old, Savannah River.... so dark and cold, so very wild...
Lord come, for me... down to Savannah, by the sea...
Down in, those cold black waters... Lord come and com-fort me...
Listen to me Honey, do not be surprised if you find yourself in chains, beaten
down, naked, wounded, and weary... Do not be amazed, if you find yourself
in that hateful boat, headed down river to be publicly shamed, and sold for
thirty pieces of silver... When that happens, just remember this song, it may
well be the only comfort you will have, and the only thing that can save you
from the abyss of hate... Inhuman insanity...
down, naked, wounded, and weary... Do not be amazed, if you find yourself
in that hateful boat, headed down river to be publicly shamed, and sold for
thirty pieces of silver... When that happens, just remember this song, it may
well be the only comfort you will have, and the only thing that can save you
from the abyss of hate... Inhuman insanity...
I wrote this song in 1980 after reading a true history of slavery in the deep south.
Right now, today in the United States of America, there is a new slavery just as
reprehensible as that of 150 years ago... Our "public servants", lawmakers,
executives, and judiciary are selling our children and grandchildren down river into a
deplorable state of economic servitude which will socially, economically and politically
enslave them for many decades to come. God help us, and forgive us, this
generation, for doing such unnecessary evil to future American families.
Stephen Wayne
Right now, today in the United States of America, there is a new slavery just as
reprehensible as that of 150 years ago... Our "public servants", lawmakers,
executives, and judiciary are selling our children and grandchildren down river into a
deplorable state of economic servitude which will socially, economically and politically
enslave them for many decades to come. God help us, and forgive us, this
generation, for doing such unnecessary evil to future American families.
Stephen Wayne
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