| This little song that I’m singin' about,
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| People you know it’s true
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| If you’re black and gotta work for a living,
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| This is what they will say to you,
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| They say «if you was white, should be all right,
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| If you was brown, stick around,
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| But as you’s black, hmm brother, get back, get back, get back»
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| I was in a place one night
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| They was all having fun
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| They was all buyin' beer and wine,
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| But they would not sell me none
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| They said, «if you was white, should be all right,
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| If you was brown, stick around,
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| But if you black, hmm brother, get back, get back, get back»
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| Me and a man was workin' side by side
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| This is what it meant
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| They was paying him a dollar an hour,
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| And they was paying me fifty cent
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| They said, «if you was white, 't should be all right,
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| If you was brown, could stick around,
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| But as you black, hmm boy, get back, get back, get back»
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| I went to an employment office,
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| Got a number 'n' I got in line
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| They called everybody’s number,
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| But they never did call mine
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| They said, «if you was white, should be all right,
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| If you was brown, could stick around,
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| But as you black, hmm brother, get back, get back, get back»
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| I hope when sweet victory,
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| With my plough and hoe
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| Now I want you to tell me brother,
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| What you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?
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| Now if you was white, should be all right,
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| If you was brown, could stick around,
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| But if you black, whoa brother, get back, get back, get back |