Gotta kep up
That girl gonna run us ragged
Gotta kep up
So pretty in that yella dress
and yella ribbon
Such a bother
with her runnin’
But we gotta kep up
I know she goin’ to the riva
Where else she gonna go?
Don’t know if she fixin’ to go or settle there
but, we gotta kep up to know fa sho
You smell her
I smell her
Brown and yella – with her full lips and chocolate twists
Like sun-dipped molasses
But movin’ faster
Sweat drippin’ down in my eyes,
fallin’ somewhere on my boots
and rollin’ off the toe into to the ground
The main wet sticks to my chest –
stuck to my shirt.
It used to be white –
gotta be a different color now that it’s mixed.
I wanna touch it and see
but Bo’s finally listenin’.
He got us on the move
and I know we gonna catch her.
If we can just kep up with her time
Roundin’ the curve – can almost see the opening to the riva
Looks gentle and innocent –
not like it would hide her.
But it’s sneaky
and guards the ones it likes.
Right now, can’t be sho if it’s her friend or her foe.
What was she thinkin’?
Always walkin’ round lookin’ at the sky
instead a focusin’ on the work
like her momma always did
Sewin’, and lookin’, and thinkin’ and runnin’
That’s what it comes to
and here we are followin’, sweatin’, thinkin’, and runnin’, too.
She got it good
never wantin’ for food or clothes
And, she’s gonna get it good, too.
As soon as we catch her
What they think the riva got?
They don’t say, but that’s what they’re thinkin
I can see it in their eyes.
If they can just make it to the riva, they’ll be free.
Just don’t make no sense
There ain’t no freedom
They still what they is
Right Bo – can’t neva be free from that.
Just a little further, Bo
I see the sun meetin’ the water
almost in a perfect line
brown, yella, purple, pink
Reminds me of that girl –
that girl that got us chasin’ on a Sunday.
She didn’t think we’d catch up
She thought she’d get away in her yella dress
But, here we are – can see the full riva now
Ain’t no more runnin’ and hidin’
Didn’t want to get these boots wet
Maybe the water’ll wash some of this dirt off –
used to be a different color brown.
Can you smell her?
Why you stoppin’ Bo?
Fool dog, it’s only water
Guess the riva was her friend – huh, Bo
Stupid, runnin’, fool girl
Sho is a pretty dress, though.