Diggers

from by Rob Jungklas

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Diggers

I am a free man
Here is my kingdom
40 acres and a broke down mule
I am a good man
All things considered
Some people take me
For a god damned fool

I work this cotton
For Charles Colville
That man lives underneath my skin
Every year now the crop gets better
Still, I end up owing him

Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work to dam the Mississippi
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work
For a dollar a day

I brought my family
To Alabama
To Alabama and the levee camps
They made me a driver
With a pearl handled pistol
And a heart no bigger than a postage stamp

Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work to dam the Mississippi
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work
For a dollar a day
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll crawl through the mud and the water
Diggers
They need diggers, God help them, who’ve forgotten how to pray

I dreamed I saw my brother
And his arms were open wide
I dreamed I saw my sister standing
By the riverside

I watch my wife
Watch me work on the river
I watch my daughter watch her mother cry
I watch my son watching his sister
Watching her mother
Watch her husband
Die
Inside

Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work to dam the Mississippi
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work
For a dollar a day
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll crawl through the mud and the water
Diggers
I’m a digger, God help me, I’ve forgotten how to pray

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from Blackbirds, released February 5, 2017

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Rob Jungklas Memphis, Tennessee

It seems that Jung Klas a man of extremes who have emotions and soul torments rush through blood and nerves as music. Sometimes he sounds like a lost soul or like a wounded animal that wants to shake his skin. Away from him

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