1882 - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Good morning, young master, it’s 1882

Your mother is hungry, what will you do?

There is bread in the kitchen of the big room upstairs

But I warn you; don’t take it from there

You’ll be tarred, you’ll be feathered, you’ll be hung like a ham

And I warn you, don’t do it, young man

Your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed

So get ready, young master, go on and shake your sleepy head

Darling son, I am dying, and I leave it to you

As I’m leaving (As I'm leaving), tell me (Tell me), what did I do?

Boy steals the bread, packs it up and heads for the door

Man sees him coming, says, "Boy, you won’t be running no morе"

The boy gets arrestеd, and the case it gets tested that day

But the judge finds him guilty, and the jailer come and gets him away, away

Good morning, young master, it’s twenty-five to nine

And they’ll be coming to get you, now in twenty minutes time

You’ll be drawn, you’ll be quartered, you’ll be hung like ham

I warn you, get ready, young man

Said the boy, "I am dying, and I leave it to you

As I’m leaving, tell me, what did I do?

'Cause I’m dying, tell me what did I do?"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Piracy didn’t end with Black Bart

And slavery didn’t end with the Civil War