Cab Calloway And His Orchestra - Yaller lyrics
[Cab Calloway And His Orchestra - Yaller lyrics]
They say to this man
"You're yaller, you're yaller
You're yaller, you're just a yaller"
Black folk, white folk, I'm learning a lot
You know what I am, I know what I'm not
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
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
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
Oh Lord, can't you make a sinner a saint
Why did you start me but run out of paint
Pass me by, a no-'count yellow man
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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