this ain't congress, i don't know what is . . .

library of congress

sugarland runners
in the rain no mo,
aftertimes splintering
the games we play,
pullin' the skiff,
she gonna have him:

the unnamed babies done gone,
found somebody new -
the proteges was domestic workers -
dinah did she ever.

the taking was pre-arranged
a fox, a fix, a fast time
Texas fiddlin'
a lot worse to give pleasure
a wilting moon
won't moan (if you do).

Brazoria's two white horses
gonna run with the wind, brother
Mr. Morganfield be most shy
on the Stovall & on
the fly,
by and by,
you know how it feel:

see line
see fine
see mine
see all down the lovely vine
that vine be fine
& you sho is mine
most lovely.