Collected by Mary C. Parler Sung by Helen Fultz
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey Mayfield, Ark.
Reel 407 Item 5
May I Sleep in Your Barn Tonight, Mister
May I sleep in your barn tonight, mister,
It's so cold lying out on the ground,
And the cold north wind, it is whistling,
And I have no place to lie down.
Oh, I have no tobacco or matches,
And I'm sure that I'll do you no harm,
And I'll tell you my story, kind mister,
For it runs through my heart like a drum.
It was three years ago last summer,
I will never forget that sad day,
When a stranger came out from the city,
And said that he wanted to pay.
My wife said she'd like to be warning Something more to add to our home,
So she egged me until I considered To let the stranger stop at home.
Well, one night as I came from my workshop,
I was singing and whistling for joy,
I expected a kind-hearted welcome From my sweet loving wife and my boy.
But what did I find but a letter,
It was blank and I read on the stand,
And the moment my eyes fell upon it,
I picked it right up in my hands.
It said that my wife and the stranger They had left and they'd taken my son;
Oh, I wonder if God up in Heaven
If he knows what that stranger has done.
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