Backlash Blues

Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash



Just who do you 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 all colored folks



Are just second class fools?



Mr. Backlash



I'm gonna leave you



With the backlash 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 of folks like me



Who are black, yellow, beige and brown



Mr. Backlash



I'm gonna leave you



With the backlash blues



Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash



Just what do you think I got to lose



I'm gonna leave you



With the backlash blues



You're the one will have the blues



Not me, just wait and see