No More, No More

Bob Dylan is in the news these days for his long career of writing songs.  To receive the Nobel Prize for Literature is no small thing. His rendition of Auction Blocks is stirring, as is Robeson's and Odetta's.

Here is Odetta's:



Here are some additional lyrics that fit the tune and describe the plight of the black farmer and family that popped up in my head a while back.

Hum them, sing them, with emotion, and see if they fit the black farmer cause.

No more sleepless nights for me,

No more, no more
No more sleepless nights for me,
Many thousands gone.

No more wonderin’ when for me,

No more, no more
No more wonderin’ when for me,
Many thousands gone.

No more govm’t threats to me,

No more, no more
No more govm’t threats to me,
Many thousands gone.

No more idle fields for me,

No more, no more
No more idle fields for me,
Many thousands gone.

No more courthouse steps for me,

No more, no more
No more courthouse steps for me,
Many thousands gone.
 
No more land loss tales for me,
No more, no more
No more land loss tales for me,
Many thousands gone.
 
No more hangin’ from a tree,
No more, no more
No more hangin’ from a tree,
Many thousands gone.

Adaptations by Waymon Hinson