CHORUS
I do love
Shortenin' bread,
I do love
Shortenin' bread,
Mama love
Shortenin' bread,
Papa love
Shortenin' bread,
Everybody love
Shortenin' bread,
1.
Two little babies layin in the bed,
One play sick an' the other play dead.
I do love
Shortenin' bread,
I do love
Shortenin' bread.
2.
Ever' since my dog been dead,
Hog's been rootin' my tater bed.
CHORUS
3.
Old Aunt Dinah sick in the bed,
Sent for the Doctor, Doctor said,
"All she need's some shortenin' bread."
CHORUS
Voice The chief music-making
instruments for slaves were their own voices. Singing together, alone,
or in call-response patterns, slaves improvised, altered, and
embellished, creating sounds rich in tone and texture.
Hands and
Feet As slaves sang and played, they used hand-clapping and
foot-stamping to create rhythmic beats in the tradition of African
music.
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