Somethin' 'Bout Us Colored Folks
This jive
You call
Jazz, well, my
Mama use to say,
It sounds more
Like pots
And pans
Just ripping and
Damn running down
These streets
Boy, you better
Learn how to read
This music and tell
People somethin’ ‘bout us colored folks
Cleo, dat Banjo and dem bongo drums
Come straight out of mother Africa
We like to improvise and harmonize that
Funky off rhythm beat
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