文本歌词

Yaller - Cab Calloway (凯伯·凯洛威)
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
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