Someone had to pick the cotton, Someone had to pick the corn, Someone had
to slave and be able to sing, That's why darkies were born;
Someone
had to laugh at trouble, Though he was tired and worn, Had to be
contented with any old thing, That's why darkies were born;
Sing,
sing, sing when you're weary and Sing when you're blue, Sing, sing,
that's what you taught All the white folks to do;
Someone had to
fight the Devil, Shout about Gabriel's Horn, Someone had to stoke the
train That would bring God's children to green pastures, That's why
darkies were born.
