Cab Calloway Lyrics

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Yaller Lyrics

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.