Standard (EADGBE)

Good morning, young master, it's 1882,

Your mother, is hungry, what will you do?

There is bread, in the kitchen, of the big house upstairs

But I warn you, don't take it, from them

Chorus

You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered,

you'll be hung like a ham,

and I warn you, don't do it,

young man

END CHORS

Your mother is calling,

she wants you by the bed,

so get up, young master,

shake your sleepy head,

Chorus

"Darling son, I am dying,

and I leave it to you,

I'm leavin, tell me what,

did I do"

END CHORUS

Boy, he steals the bread roll, packs it up and heads for the door

Man, he hears him coming, "Boy, you won't be runnin' no more"

Boy, he gets arrested, and the case is tested that day

Judge he guilty makes him, and the jailer takes him away

Good night to the outlaw, but you want to be free

Good morning, oh, it's late, too late again