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Blond and blue eyed inquired of the black guys

Looking them fully in their eyes

Whether he could come up to play

Being new to the neighborhood that day

But they winced and had angry thoughts certain to send him away

They spoke to him of discrimination, slavery, lynches

And stalked back and forth with angry fist-ed clenches

Saying, Now you know why you can’t play

And what do you dare to say?

Blond and blue eyed calmly replied

In a voice that sought not to be denied

Your charges are an ill fit

Cause it certainly wasn’t me that did it

All those old men are dead

And your mind flowth over with their ghost in your heads

You never yourself was a slave

Never picked cotton for your own life to save

I never placed on you a chain

There is no need to complain

And I’m certainly not the blame

Then Blond and blue eyed inquired of the black guys

Looking them fully in their eyes

Whether he could come up to play

Being new to the neighborhood that day

And they winced and had clearer thoughts

Then invited him in right away