content | sioc:content | My old man's a white old man And my old mother's black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother And wished she were in hell, I'm sorry for that evil wish And now I wish her well.
My old man died in a fine big house. My ma died in a shack. I wonder where I'm gonna die, Being neither white nor black?
Published in The Crisis, December 1925 Also published in The Weary Blues, 1926 |