A
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Dark folk, white folk, but never a hand,
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They say to this man,
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"You're yaller, you're yaller, you're yaller, you're just a yaller."
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A
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Black folk, white folk, I'm learning a lot,
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You know what I am, I know what I'm not,
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B
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Ain't even black, I ain't even white,
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I ain't like the day and I ain't like the night.
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Feeling mean, so inbetween, I'm just a high yaller.
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B
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Ain't even bad, I ain't even good,
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I don't understand and I ain't understood,
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Not a friend sticks to the end when you're yaller.
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C
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Take me to a church and make me pray,
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Make me sing a psalm there;
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You better leave my soul in a crude cafe,
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I don't even belong there.
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B
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Oh Lord, can't you make a sinner a saint,
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Why did you start me but run out of paint,
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Pass me by, a no-'count yellow man.
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B
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Lord only knows, I'm trying to rest,
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I want to be down with a load on my chest.
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Make my bed; wish I were dead,
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A yaller man.
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Yaller
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Cab Calloway |