It got so good to me, man, that I stopped runnin'
My feet was tired anyhow
So I reached in my inside pocket
And got my harp out
Sit down by old beat-up railroad train
And get me, get myself a little of that old funky thang
Here the slave finds his savior, and “follows him”. He takes out his harmonica is plays a bit to release stress, or get away from his “owners”.
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