Story Behind The Song
A recollection of actual people in my life from the plantations in the South.
Song Description
A story, based on actual people from back in th' day on plantations in the South.
| Song Length |
3:22 |
Genre |
Blues - Delta |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant |
Subject |
Judgement |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1940 - 1949 |
Lyrics
Florence
(c) Vicki Lee
(Intro)
(Chorus)
I'm Florence. I done shot my man.
Me, Florence. I shot him dead.
Buried him in that cotton field.
Dirt gone bad. Rotten cotton yield.
I'm Florence. I done shot my man.
I. Dulum, let out th' pokey.
Boss sent him to my shack.
If everthang go good, he don't go back.
But, he th' same-o, same-o, same-o man.
I tole on th' stand.
(Chorus)
II. Dulum, th' Boss's favorite.
Keep us all in a line.
Steal a little sompin'. He livin' fine.
An' beat me, one last, one last, one last time.
I threw up my hand.
(Chorus)
(Tag) Me, Florence. I shot my man.