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Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
My coon gyal got liver lips
Watermelon hips
Sips Sassafras on her melon ass
Her hair feel like a field of black barbed wire
It's higher than any bush I seen
A sheen of lard got it sparklin'
I cut my fingers running through it
Didn't mean to do it, so we use a blood fortune
Glossy lips, big bright red lips 'gainst her
Soot black skin, she kin to Amos 'n' Sambo
Y'all never met a coon gyal befo', no
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Met her first time in the south
Her mouth stretched all the way from the delta to the Mason-Dixon line
Some folk come tell me, say, uh, she should die
Say I should kill her myself
Slit her throat, dig her grave
Bury her with the mensch like a slave
She was, uh, singing some gospel song
Into the blue eyes of Jesus
Who hang from her wall
And I swear I couldn't do it, y'all
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
They got paintings of her up in New York and France
Chance you've seen 'em in, uh, soul shops
Cost more than we got to spend
They painted her themselves
Now little fancy porcelain statues of her
Are sitting on fancy boutique shelves
They callin' it coon art now
How you think she got to be so great
Movies and a musicals and on Broadway
Using her sweet toilet breath tone
Talkin' 'bout this and that and they
They made her big and fat and black
To sell pancake flour and oatmeal
But they ain't make her real
And now she turning a penny profit for the man
I say, can she ever die?
Scorned gyal and coon
Scorned gyal and coon
I put down my gun
Scorned gyal and coon
I sent her marching down 7th Avenue
Scorned gyal and coon
May not be real but she true
Scorned gyal and coon
She Miss America to me
Scorned gyal and coon
Pickin' anyways, apron and all
Scorned gyal and coon
I sent her marching down 7th Avenue
Scorned gyal and coon
May not be real but she true
Scorned gyal and coon
Yeah, she true
She Miss America to me



Авторы: Joey Waronker, Carl Rux, Rob Schnapf, Tom Rothrock, Jeffrey Andrew Turmes Copyright: Manrux Music, Bunk Scoobs Music



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