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
 
 Don't blame me
 Don't blame 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
 
 Don't blame me
 Don't blame me
 
 Don't blame me
 Don't blame me
 Don't blame me