B S R

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