I beat my drum
Everybody hated coming running
Now I beat my drum all day
All rise, all rise
All rise in the morning
Take the good news, carry it away
Take the good news, spirit it away
The farmer shall wear the green of his furrows
The plowman shall heel his teams for the day
That hunter shall still his dangerous arrow
Take the good news, spirit it away
Take the good news, carry it away
Oh brother, where have you been
Down at the gate winding
Oh my father what shall I do
Set 'em straight or no more souls get through
I beat my drum
Everybody hated coming running
And I beat my drum all day
All rise, all rise
All rise in the morning
Take the good news, carry it away
Take the good news, spirit away
