paroles de chanson The Backlash Blues - Remastered - Nina Simone

Yeah, yeah
So, Mr. Backlash, Backlash
Who do you think I am?
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
Send my son to Vietnam
You give me second class houses
And second class schools
Do you think that all colored people
Are just second class fools?
Mr. Backlash
I′m gon' leave you with the blues, yes I am
When I try to find a job
To earn a little cash
All you got to offer
Is your mean, old white backlash
But the world is big
Big and bright and round
And it′s full of other folks like me
Who are black, yellow, beige and brown
Mr. Backlash
I'm gon' leave you with the blues, yes I am
When Langston Hughes died
When he died, he told me many months before
He said, "Nina, keep on working
′Til they open up the door
One of these days when you made it
And the doors are open wide
Make sure you tell them exactly where it′s at
So they'll have no place to hide"
So Mr. Backlash
Mr. Backlash
Hear me now
I′m warning you, yeah
Somehow, someway, yeah
I'm gonna leave you
With the blues