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Yaller Lyrics Artist(Band):Cab Calloway
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. If you find some error in Yaller Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Yaller The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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