Calloway Cab - Yaller - Текст песни

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, 
Pass 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.