Letra de Yaller

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.