| This little song that I’m singin' about | 
| People you all know is true | 
| If you black and gotta work for a livin' now | 
| This is what they been sayin' to you | 
| They said if you white, you’s alright | 
| If you is brown, stick around | 
| But if you’s black, oh brother | 
| Get back, get back, get back… | 
| I was in a place one night | 
| They was all havin' fun | 
| They was all buyin' beer and wine | 
| But they would not sell me none | 
| They said if you white, you’s alright | 
| If you is brown, you can stick around | 
| But if you’s black, mm mm brother | 
| Get back, get back, get back… | 
| I went to an employment office | 
| I got a number and I got in line | 
| They called everybody’s number | 
| But they never did call mine | 
| They said if you white, you’s alright | 
| If you is brown, you can stick around | 
| But if you’s black, mm mm brother | 
| Get back, get back, get back… | 
| Me and a man was working side by side | 
| And this is what it meant | 
| They was payin' him a dollar an hour | 
| But they was payin' me fifty cent | 
| They said if you was white, you’d be alright | 
| If you is brown, you could stick around | 
| But if you’s black, whoa brother | 
| Get back, get back, get back… | 
| I helped win sweet victories | 
| With my plow and hoe | 
| Now, I want you to tell me, brother | 
| Whatchu gonna do about the ol' Jim Crow | 
| Now, if you’s white, you’s alright | 
| If you is brown, stick around | 
| But if you black, whoa brother | 
| Get back, get back, get back… |