Song of the Slaves

A few months ago, I wrote a bunch of parody songs.  My objective was to take some of the most beloved "songs of South" and turn them totally upside down, inside out.  I changed the lyrics into themes about slavery, bigotry, oppression, rape, torture, murder, etc.  As you'll quickly see, the lyrics are explicitly vindictive.  Pure venom on steroids.  All of them are written in the same vein as Weird Al Yankovic, minus the predictable silliness.

I'm not even remotely concerned about intellectual property rights.  Because, to be perfectly blunt, nobody in their write mind would ever right such loathsome material.  However, I do think this particular musical niche has merit.  I just haven't figured out the presentation/performance aspect.

Included are the links to the original video, karaoke knock-off, and of course, the sonofsaf-styled parody.

Alabama:

Song of the South (official video)
Song of the South (karaoke version) 
 
Song of the South

Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again

Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that
Sing it
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth   
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again   

Well somebody told us Wall Street fell   
But we were so poor that we couldn't tell
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
But Mr. Roosevelt's a gonna save us all
Well momma got sick and daddy got down
The county got the farm and they moved to town
Pappa got a job with the TVA   
He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet

Sing it
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again
Play it
Sing it   
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again
Gone, gone with the wind
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Song, song of the south   
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Sing it
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again


Song of the Slaves (Sonofsaf)

Song, song of the slaves
Sing amazing grace, gonna make no waves
Gone, gone is my life
Ain’t nobody care when they raped my wife

Whippin’ in the morning, whippin’ in the night
We all got the whip, in the dark and the light
Massah was a cruel man, a racist piece of shit
He’d hack up a cough, in my face he’d spit
Bring it
Song, song of the slaves
Sing amazing grace, gonna make no waves
Gone, gone is my life
Ain’t nobody care when they raped my wife

Time to go to church, when you hear that bell
We can’t read or write, so the words don’t sell
Union will rise, and the South will fall
Mister Lincoln says so, and he’s so tall
Well my daughter got slapped and my son beat down
All because the color of their skin was brown
Wanna be free here in the USA
Hell but they don’t give a damn about the things you say

Bring it
Song, song of the slaves
Sing Amazing Grace, gonna make no waves
Gone, gone is my life
Ain’t nobody care when they raped my wife
Say it
Bring it
Song, song of the slaves
Sing amazing grace, gonna make no waves
Gone, gone is my life
Ain’t nobody care when they raped my wife
Gone, gone is my life
Song, song of the slaves
Sing Amazing Grace, gonna make no waves
Song, song of the slaves
Sing Amazing Grace, gonna make no waves
Bring it
Song, song of the slaves
Sing Amazing Grace, gonna make no waves
Gone, gone is my life
Ain’t nobody cared when they raped my wife
Song, song of the slaves
Sing Amazing Grace, gonna make no waves
Gone, gone is my life
Ain’t nobody cared when they raped my wife