(aaron neville, charles neville)
Too many mornin’ gotta wake up soon
Oh lord, and eat my breakfast by the light of ’de moon
Oh lord, by the light of ’de moon
If you see my momma, tell her this for me
Oh I’ve got a mighty long time, lord knows I’ll never go free
Oh lord, I’ll never be free
Angola bound, now, angola bound
Angola bound, now, angola bound
I got lucky last summer when I got my time, angola bound
Well my partner got a hundred, I got ninety-nine, angola bound
You been a long time coming but you’re welcome home, angola bound
And go to louisiana get your burdens on, angola bound
Oh captain, oh captain don’t you be so cruel, angola bound
Oh you work me harder than you work that mule, angola bound
If it wasn’t for the captain, oh lord, I’m shaggin’ house
I’d be with my woman, yeah, before the sun goes down
You come up here skippin’ and a’ jumpin’, oh lord, it won’t last long
Gonna wish you was a baby boy, in your mother’s arms
Angola bound, now, angola bound
Angola bound, now, angola bound
Don’t want no gal-boy lovin’ cause I got my load, angola bound
Don’t want no trouble out ’de boys I know, angola bound
Oh they always talkin’ ’bout dangerous blue, angola bound
If I had my shank I’d be dangerous too, angola bound
Oh captain say walk and the boss say run, angola bound
If I had my pistol I would do ’nere one, angola bound
If it wasn’t for the captain, oh lord, I’m shaggin’ house
I’d be with my woman, yeah, before the sun goes down
You come up here skippin’ and ’a jumpin’, oh lord it won’t last long
Gonna wish you was a baby boy, in your mother’s arms
Angola bound, now, angola bound
Angola bound, now, angola bound
If it wasn’t for the captain, oh lord, I’m shaggin’ house
I’d be with my woman, yeah, before the sun goes down
You come up here skippin’ and ’a jumpin’, oh lord it won’t last long
Gonna wish you was a baby boy, in your mother’s arms
Angola bound, now, angola bound
Angola bound, now, angola bound
If I’d always listened to what my momma said, angola bound
I wouldn’t be deep down in the trouble this way, angola bound
Oh my momma, she told me, leave that junk alone, angola bound
Got hooked to the habit, had to carry on, angola bound
The jury found me guilty cause they wrote it down, angola bound
Judge said, junkie boy you’re penitentiary bound, angola bound
Angola bound, now, angola bound
Angola bound, now, angola bound
Angola bound, now, angola bound
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