Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Douglas Lyons
Vocals
Courtnee Carter
Vocals
Eddie Cooper
Vocals
Danielle Lee Greaves
Vocals
Jason Robert Brown
Conductor
Don Sebesky
Orchestra
Tom Murray
Music Director
Tony Kadleck
Trumpet
Shawn Edmonds
Trumpet
Judy Yin-Chi Lee
Horn
Ian Donald
Horn
Nick Grinder
Trombone
Morris Kainuma
Tuba
Todd Groves
Woodwinds
Rick Heckman
Woodwinds
Ed Matthew
Woodwinds
Alden Banta
Woodwinds
Georgia Stitt
Piano
Lisa Stokes
Bass
Jamie Eblen
Drums
Matt Wong
Banjo
Jeffrey Irving
Percussion
Todd Reynolds
Violin
Hajnal Pivnick
Violin
Louise Owen
Violin
Katherine Livolsi
Violin
Chala Yancy
Violin
Monica Davis
Viola
Todd Low
Viola
Eugene Moye
Cello
Sarah Hewitt-Roth
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Robert Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffrey Lesser
Producer
Jason Robert Brown
Producer
Henry Reinach
Editing Engineer
Isaiah Abolin
Recording Engineer
Teng Chen
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ben Miller
Assistant Recording Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You hear a-rumblin' and a-rollin'?
It's comin' down from the north
It's comin' up through the ground
And it's a funny ol' sound
'Cause it's a-rumblin' and a-rollin'
And I bet I know why
See 'em on the train, see 'em on the bus
They never cared much about folks like us
But now they're gonna pay attention
Sure they gonna ask, "Why? Why? Why?"
They gonna say, "I don't know what, I don't know how"
Well, they are gonna find out now
They gonna pay attention
They gonna yell, "Set that man free!"
Well, they sure ain't talkin' 'bout me
Now there's a-rumblin' and a-rollin'
Here come the Yankee brigade
They gonna come through this town
We better keep our heads down
We better start mumblin' and a-shufflin'
We better polish our smiles
Ol' Black Joe at your service
Won't do nothin' that'll make you nervous
Won't do nothin' worth a look or a mention
And they won't never pay attention
They'll never say, "My! My! My!"
They gonna say, "Bring me my boots"
"Bring me my tea"
I betcha thought the slaves were free
Mister Frank, good for you
Lotta folks comin' to get you through
Mister Frank, ain't that grand?
Lotta folks comin' to take a stand
Mister Frank, knock on wood
Ain't gonna do you no goddamn good
I can tell you this, as a matter of fact
That the local hotels wouldn't be so packed
If a little Black girl had gotten attacked
Go on, go on, go on, go on
They comin', they comin' now, yes sir-ee!
'Cause a white man gonna get hung, you see
There's a Black man swingin' in every tree
But they don't never pay attention
They never say, "Why? Why? Why?"
But if a Yankee boy flies
Surprise, surprise, surprise
They gonna pay attention
They gonna yell, "Set that man free"
Oh, there'll be a-rumblin' and a-rollin', yeah, yeah
There'll be a-rumblin' and a-rollin', yeah
Oh, there'll be a-rumblin' and a-rollin'
There'll be a-rumblin' and a-rollin', yeah
There's gonna be a-rumblin' and a-rollin'
There'll be a-rumblin' and a-rollin', yeah
There's gonna be a-rumblin' and a-rollin'
Written by: Jason Robert Brown

