The Hee Haw Harmonica Band performs "Kingdom Coming (Instrumental)"live on Hee Haw 1980.

The Hee Haw Harmonica Band performs "Kingdom Coming (Instrumental)"live on Hee Haw 1980.

"Kingdom Coming", also known as "The Year of Jubilo", is an American Civil War song, written and composed by Henry C. Work in 1862, prior to the issuing of the Emancipation Proclamation by U.S. President Abraham Lincoln.

A pro-Unionist song, the song's lyrics are sung from the point of view of Confederate-owned slaves, who celebrate their impending freedom in the wake of their Confederate master having been frightened into running away by the approaching of Union military forces. They speculate on the fate of their absent owner, whom they opine will pretend to be a runaway slave in order to avoid capture by the Union military. With their owner absent, the slaves revolt, locking their overseer in a cellar as retribution for his harsh treatment towards them. The slaves then celebrate their impending emancipation by Union soldiers by drinking their absent owner's cider and wine in his kitchen

Kingdom Coming Lyrics

Say, darkies, hab you seen de massa, wid de muffstash on his face,

Go long de road some time dis mornin', like he gwine to leab de place?

He seen a smoke way up de ribber, whar de Linkum gunboats lay;

He took his hat, and lef' berry sudden, and I spec' he's run away!



De massa run, ha, ha! De darkey stay, ho, ho!

It mus' be now de kingdom coming, an' de year ob Jubilo!

He six foot one way, two foot tudder, and he weigh tree hundred pound,

His coat so big, he couldn't pay the tailor, an' it won't go halfway round.

He drill so much dey call him Cap'n, an' he got so drefful tanned,

I spec' he try an' fool dem Yankees for to tink he's contraband.



De darkeys feel so lonesome libbing in de loghouse on de lawn,

Dey move dar tings into massa's parlor for to keep it while he's gone.

Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen, an' de darkeys dey'll have some;

I s'pose dey'll all be cornfiscated when de Linkum sojers come.



De obserseer he make us trouble, an' he dribe us round a spell;

We lock him up in de smokehouse cellar, wid de key trown in de well.

De whip is lost, de han'cuff broken, but de massa'll hab his pay;

He's ole enough, big enough, ought to known better dan to went an' run away.

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