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My old man’s a white old man
And my old mother’s black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I’m sorry for that evil wish
My old man died in a fine big house.
I wonder where I’m gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?
He’s gota grin on his face.
He’s forgotten about his race.
Black —and don’t give a damn!