Hear my story and listen well
Truth is in all that I tell
It could never have been me
I did not shoot no deputy
Mr. Grant, the deputy
Friend to my whole family
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I hide it all except a few seeds
And make him think I plant for me
When Mr. Grant and I know all the while
We've got enough for the whole island
Three years now, we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it, but three
Mr. Grant, Davis, and me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I swear, by God, it is a plot
Davis sent me here to rot
Listen people, can't you see?
Mr. Davis shot the deputy
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Don't blame-
