Fine Clothes to the Jew/Mulatto

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MULATTO
 I am your son, white man!
Georgia duskAnd the turpentine woods.One of the pillars of the temple fell.
 You are my son! Like hell!
The moon over the turpentine woods.The Southern nightFull of stars,Great big yellow stars.  Juicy bodies  Of nigger wenches  Blue black  Against black fences.  O, you little bastard boy,  What's a body but a toy?The scent of pine wood stings the soft night air. What's the body of your mother?Silver moonlight everywhere. What's the body of your mother?Sharp pine scent in the evening air.  A nigger night,  A nigger joy,  A little yellow  Bastard boy.
 Naw, you ain't my brother. Niggers ain't my brother. ​ Not ever. Niggers ain't my brother.
The Southern night is full of stars,Great big yellow stars.  O, sweet as earth,  Dusk dark bodies  Give sweet birthTo little yellow bastard boys.
 Git on back there in the night, You ain't white.
The bright stars scatter everywhere.Pine wood scent in the evening air.  A nigger night,  A nigger joy.
 I am your son, white man!
  A little yellow  Bastard boy.
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