A 

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.