Natural Born Colored Man
Sam Jackson was goin’ with a real yallow gal, the one that he called his own-side pal,
But he found she would deceive, she told a friend by the name of Stark.
She could love Sam if he wasn’t so dark;
This made a discord down town,
Cause Sam was standing near, and seemed to overhear and just then he spoke right up and said:
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I’m a natural born gen-u-wine colored man, you don’t have to look twice to see who I am,
You look at me once and your thoughts will end, cause I got that puro-de colored skin.
It’s the kind of skin that the sun don’t tan, this makes me the king of the sunny land,
So you go your way but bear in mind I’m what you call the puro-de gen-u-wine.
Now all high yellows to Sam is in vain, he never lets them bother his brain,
And all through his life he’ll letum alone, he knows that his skin’s a bit shady,
So he will avoid every yellow lady, he’s got a club of his own.
Where all brown skins can meet and have a musical treat
For every night Sam kindly sings.