Backlash Blues (Remix)

Now, last year this time
Left us
And
He told me
To make sure that I sang this song every where I were
And I told him that I would
Cause he wasn't gonna be here
To say it anymore
My good friend

So Mr. Backlash, Backlash
Who do think I am
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
And send my son to Vietnam

You give me second class houses
And second class schools
Do you think that alla colored people
Are just second class fools
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you with the blues

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 other folks like me
Who are black, yellow, beige and brown
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you the blues, yes I am

When hears that
When he died he told me many months before, he said
Nina keep on working
'Till it open up the door
One of this days, when you maded
And the doors are open wild

So Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Get me now, I want it, yeah, somehow,somewhere, yeah
I'm gonna leave you with the blues