| This little song that I’m singin' about
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| People you all know is true
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| If you black and gotta work for a livin' now
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| This is what they been sayin' to you
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| They said if you white, you’s alright
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| If you is brown, stick around
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| But if you’s black, oh brother
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| Get back, get back, get back…
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| I was in a place one night
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| They was all havin' 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 white, you’s alright
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| If you is brown, you can stick around
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| But if you’s black, mm mm brother
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| Get back, get back, get back…
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| I went to an employment office
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| I got a number and 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 white, you’s alright
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| If you is brown, you can stick around
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| But if you’s black, mm mm brother
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| Get back, get back, get back…
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| Me and a man was working side by side
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| And this is what it meant
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| They was payin' him a dollar an hour
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| But they was payin' me fifty cent
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| They said if you was white, you’d be alright
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| If you is brown, you could stick around
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| But if you’s black, whoa brother
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| Get back, get back, get back…
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| I helped win sweet victories
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| With my plow and hoe
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| Now, I want you to tell me, brother
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| Whatchu gonna do about the ol' Jim Crow
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| Now, if you’s white, you’s alright
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| If you is brown, stick around
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| But if you black, whoa brother
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| Get back, get back, get back… |