| I wanna jump the fence and wash my face in the creek
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| But I’m black myself
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| I wanna sweep that gal right off her feet
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| But I’m black myself
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| Tired of walkin' 'round with no shoes on
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| But I’m black myself
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| Your precious God ain’t gonna bless me
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| Is you washed in the blood of your chattel?
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| 'Cause the lamb’s rotted away
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| When they stopped shipping work horses
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| Bred your own anyway
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| I don’t pass the test of the paper bag
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| I pick the banjo up and they stare at me
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| You better lock your doors when I walk by
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| You look me in my eyes but you don’t see me
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| They’re washed in the blood of the chattel
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| 'Cause the lamb’s rotted away
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| When they stopped shipping work horses
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| They bred their own anyway
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| I don’t creep around, I stand proud and free
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| I go anywhere that I wanna go
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| I’m surrounded many lovin' arms
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| And I’ll stand my ground and smile in your face
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| I washed away my blood and tears
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| I’ve been born brand new
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| There’s no more work horses
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| But there’s still work to do
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| 'Cause I’m black myself (Black myself)
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| 'Cause I’m black myself (Black myself)
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| 'Cause I’m black myself (Black myself)
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| 'Cause I’m black myself
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| Black my-, black my-, black myself |