Away Down Souf Away Down Souf We’ll put for de souf Ah! dat’s the place, For the steeple chase and de bully hoss race Poker, brag, eucher, seven up and loo, Den chime in Niggas, won’t you come along too. No use talken when de Nigga wants to go, Whar de corn-top blossom and de canebrake grow; Den come along … Weiterlesen →