cab calloway - yaller كلمات الأغنية

a
dark folk, white folk, but never a hand,
they say to this man,
“you’re yaller, you’re yaller, you’re yaller, you’re just a yaller.”

a
black folk, white folk, i’m learning a lot,
you know what i am, i know what i’m not,

b
ain’t even black, i ain’t even white,
i ain’t like the day and i ain’t like the night.
feeling mean, so inbetween, i’m just a high yaller.

b
ain’t even bad, i ain’t even good,
i don’t understand and i ain’t understood,
not a friend sticks to the end when you’re yaller.

c
take me to a church and make me pray,
make me sing a psalm there;
you better leave my soul in a crude cafe,
i don’t even belong there.

b
oh lord, can’t you make a sinner a saint,
why did you start me but run out of paint,
p-ss me by, a no-‘count yellow man.

b
lord only knows, i’m trying to rest,
i want to be down with a load on my chest.
make my bed; wish i were dead,
a yaller man.

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