1878^ Songs of Tennessee 



Gwine t' git 'nodah one, whoa, whoa, 

 Gwine t' git 'nodah one, whoa, 

 Just like t' odah one, whoa, whoa, 

 Just like t' odah one, whoa! 



The religious songs of the black folk are varied Typical 

 and interesting, though frequently incoherent and neg .. 



. i r melodies 



irrelevant, even the words often meaningless, but 

 the melody sometimes exquisite. The best are 

 sung in a strange minor key; some of them, like 

 "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot " and " Steal Away' 

 have been made familiar by troupes of Jubilee 

 Singers. 



The following, though not generally known, is a 

 typical song of Tennessee: 



The Gospel train am comin', 

 She's comin' round the cu've. 

 I hea' her whistles tootin', 

 She's strainin' every ne've. 

 Git on boa'd, li'l chillun, 

 Dey's room for many a moah. 

 She's landed many a thousan' 

 She'll land as many moah, 

 She'll stop at Inskip station, etc. 



And a touching fragment from East Tennessee I 

 shall never forget: 



I hea* my chillun callin', 



I see their wa'm teahs fallin', 



And I-must-go. 

 Foh I was bawn in Geo'gia, 

 My chillun live in Geo'gia, 



And I-must-go. 



Other refrains were, as usual, concerned with matters 

 of faith : 



