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Roll, Black Sugar River, sweet jubilee Carry that sugarcane to where the Delta melts into the sea You gonna cut that cane while the buzzards fly Stacked taller than a man who'll never leave this world alive Screen door done lost its screen some years ago Poor woman done lost my love when the sweet Cachaça done laid me low Roll, Black Sugar River, sweet jubilee Carry that sugarcane to where the Delta melts into the sea Hear her fateful moan through the walls of time I see her footprints lead up to my door from the waterline Bury me in sweet molasses, I done all I can That river that brought me here, let it take me on to the Promised Land The Promised Land Roll, Black Sugar River, sweet jubilee Carry my body down to where the Delta melts into the sea Roll, Black Sugar River, sweet jubilee Carry that sugarcane to where the Delta melts into the sea