Hear my story and listen well
Truth is in all that I tell
It could never have been me
I did not shoot no deputy

Mr. Grant, the deputy
Friend to my whole family
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around

Don't blame me
Don't blame me

I hide it all except a few seeds
And make him think I plant for me
When Mr. Grant and I know all the while
We've got enough for the whole island

Three years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three
Mr. Grant, Davis and me

I swear by God it is a plot
Davis sent me here to rot
Listen people, can't you see
Mr. Davis shot the deputy