| This little song that I’m singin' about
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| People, you know it’s true
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| If you’re black and gotta work for a living
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| This is what they’ll say to you
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| If you’s white, is all right
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| If you’s brown, stick around
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| But as you’s black, whoa brother
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| Git back, git back, git back
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| I was in a place one night
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| They was all having fun
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| They was all byin' beer and wine
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| But they would not sell me none
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| If you’s white, is all right
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| If you’s brown, stick around
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| But as you’s black, whoa brother
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| Git back, git back, git back
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| Me and a man was workin' side by side
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| And this is what it meant
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| They was paying him a dollar an hour
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| And they was paying me fifty cent
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| If you’s white, is all right
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| If you’s brown, stick around
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| As you’s black, whoa brother
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| Git back, git back, git back |