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dipper macdoodle - whipped peter (the story of gordon) lyrics

[verse 1]
whipped peter, are you giving up the fight?
whipped peter, you’re giving up your rights
whipped peter, make no mistake
whipped peter, fight for your people’s sake

[interlude]
…and he escaped to the union

[verse 2]
whipped peter’s getting his picture taken
intelligent and well+behaved
i’ve seen many backs just like this in my time of day
you’re gonna change the way they all see it
maybe you gotta see it to believe it
images of wilson chinn in chains
we’re the last generations of slaves

[chorus]
gordon’s taken for prisoner
he’s battered and bruised up
dixieland left him for dead
and he runs back to the union

[bridge]
two months before christmas, whooped out of my mind
one shot for the masters, two shots for the wife
when did i do this? i did no harm
a burnt pile of clothing, sound off the alarm
tell my wife and children that i’m coming home
i turn my back to the masters all the way from baton rouge
i’ll run a thousand miles, no matter how long it takes
i’m not living my whole life to be a slave
[guitar solo]

[verse 3]
whipped peter, we are winning the fight
whipped peter, you’re taking back your rights
whipped peter, you can’t make a mistake
whipped peter, you fought for your people’s sake

[bridge 2]
woah+oh (tell my wife and children)
oh+oh, oh+oh (that i’m coming home)
oh, oh+oh (i turn my back to the masters)
oh+oh (all the way from baton rouge)
i said, woah+oh (i’ll run a thousand miles)
oh+oh, oh+oh (no matter how long it takes)
oh, oh+oh (i’m not living my whole life)
oh+oh

[outro]
ten days from to+day i left the plantation. overseer artayou carrier whipped me. i was two months in bed sore from the whipping. my master come after i was whipped; he discharged the overseer. my master was not present. i don’t remember the whipping. i was two months in bed sore from the whipping and my sense began to come—i was sort of crazy. i tried to shoot everybody. they said so, i did not know. i did not know that i had attempted to shoot everyone; they told me so. i burned up all my clothes; but i don’t recall that. i never was this way before. i don’t know what make me come that way. my master come after i was whipped; saw me in bed; he discharged the overseer. they told me i attempted to shoot my wife the first one; i did not shoot any one; i did not harm any one. my master’s capt. john lyon, cotton planter, on atchafalya, near washington, louisiana. whipped two months before christmas

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