Won’t Be But A Minute

Tie Luther B to that cypress. He gon’ be all right.
That dog done been rained on before,
he done been here a day or two by hisself before,
and we sho’ can’t take him. Just leave him
some of that Alpo and plenty of water.
Bowls and bowls of water.
We gon’ be back home soon this thing pass over.
Luther B gon’ watch the place while we gone.
You heard the man—he said Go—and you know
white folks don’t warn us ’bout nothing unless
they scared too. We gon’ just wait this storm out.
Then we come on back home. Get our dog.