| Bye bye my baby, I’ll rock you to sleep,
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| Sing you a sad song, it might make you weep.
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| Your Daddy is dead and he’ll never come back
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| And the reason they killed him, because he was black.
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| I’ll tell you a story that you ought to know;
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| It happened in our town a short while ago.
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| Your Daddy was walking alone for some air
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| And a man in the bushes was waiting right there.
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| That man shot your Daddy and laughed while he died.
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| Your Daddy lay dying with tears in his eyes.
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| He cried for the things that a man leaves undone
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| And he cried for the dreams that he had for his son.
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| What will you do, son, when you are a man?
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| Will you learn to live lonely and hate all you can?
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| Will you try to be happy and try not to see
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| That all men are slaves 'til their brothers are free.
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| Bye bye my baby, I’ll rock you to sleep,
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| Sing you a sad song, it might make you weep.
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| Your Daddy is dead and he’ll never come back
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| And the reason they killed him, because he was black. |