Because I'm Black

Crooks, the negro stable buck,
With his crooked spine,
His eyes lay deep on his head,
His lean face,
Lined with deep black wrinkles.

'Cause I'm black,
They play cards in there.
I can't play,
Because I'm black;
They say I stink,
Well you all stink to me.

His ol' man had a chicken ranch,
White kids came to play,
He thought they were nice,
His ol' man didn't like that,
Crooks never knew why,
"Now I know,
I know."

A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody,
I got nobody,
I ain't got nobody,
Just because I'm black.

If I say something,
It's just a nigger saying it...

But if a guy gets too lonely,
He gets sick,
He can't turn to no one...
Neither can I,
Because I'm black.