I'm singing low, sweet chariot.
I'm singing low, sweet chariot.
Coming for to carry me home.
Painted my face black and black
And black and black.
What a shame, what a waste, they'll say.
He's in hell, but we're the ones who pay.
He's in hell, for all his selfish ways.
What a shame, what a waste, I'm sure they'll say.
I'm swinging low.
I'm stinking now.
I'll trickle down.
This do in rememberance of me.
Send me down for my release.
