Archive for November, 2007

Slave cemetery

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

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Spent a little while in a slave cemetery not far from where I live.
A sad place for all kinds of reasons with sunken depressions and stones in a row.
As I wandered around and photographed the stones, had a Blind Lemon Jefferson song running through my head.

See That My Grave Is Swept Clean

Well there’s one kind of flavor I’ll ask for you
Well there’s one kind of flavor I’ll ask for you
There’s just one kind of flavor I’ll ask for you
You can see that my grave is kept clean

And there’s two white horses following me
And there’s two white horses following me
I got two white horses following me
Waiting on my burying ground

Did you ever hear that coffin sound
Did you ever hear that coffin sound
Did you ever hear that coffin sound
Means another poor boy is under the ground

Did you ever hear them church bells toll
Did you ever hear them church bells toll
Did you ever hear them church bells toll
Means another poor boy is dead and gone

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And I believe what the father told

And there’s one last flavor I’ll ask for you
And there’s one last flavor I’ll ask for you
And just one last flavor I’ll ask for you
You can see that my grave is kept clean