Pick a lot o'cotton, drag a long sack   Comin' across the field, well, I see Boss Jack   He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan   When you know that horse, you'll leave him alone      The ole roan's got green in his eyes   Mean as the devil and twice as wise   A fire in his nose and a bow in his back   Can't nobody ride him but Boss Jack      Come on children, bend your back   Work a little faster, fill your sack   Then you hitch up the wagon, take it to the gin   Finish pickin' before the winter sets in      Now here while back, when the crop was laid by   Remember who took us on a big fish fry?   Caught a heap of catfish, goggle eye and carp   Dashed and sang to the guitar and the harp      Well, someday old Boss Jack is gonna set us all free   Gabriel gonna blow for you and me   Angels gonna bring that chariot from above floppin'   Their wings like a turtle dove, come on children