[MISTER, spoken]
There's my field, there's my cattle, there's my men

[FIELD HANDS]
He want his ham hocks hot
And his lemonade cold
Don't want to hear no lip
Just do what you told
Pluck them chickens
Scrub them pots and pans
You gonna churn that butter
'Til it cramp your hands
If you think hard work
Been doggin' you before
Hunh! Get ready for the big dog!

[MISTER, spoken]
This my house

[MISTER, FIELD HANDS]
Fix that
Work!
Broken window 'fore the
Work!
Rain come in
You got to
Work!
Kill that rat with this here
Work!
Rollin' pin
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