Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to your window Hey Nellie, Nellie, and look at what I see He's riding into town on a sway-back mule He's got a Tall black hat and he looks like a fool He sure is talking like he's been to school And it's 1853
Hey Nellie, Nellie, listen what he's saying Hey Nellie, Nellie, he says it's getting late And he says them black folks should all be free To walk around like you and me He's talking about a thing he calls democracy And it's 1858
Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to your window Hey Nellie, Nellie, and throw me down my gun The men are cheering and the boys are, too They're putting on their coats of blue I can't sit around here and talk to you 'Cause it's 1861
Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to your window Hey Nellie, Nellie, I've come back alive My coat of blue is stained with red And the man in the tall black hat is dead We sure will remember all the things he said In 1865
Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to your window Hey Nellie, Nellie, and look at what I see There's white folks and colored walking side by side They're walking in a column that's a century wide It's still a long and a hard and a bloody ride In 1963Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
