Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window Hey Nellie Nellie, look at what I see He's riding into town on a sway-back mule In a tall black hat he looks like a fool He sure is talking like he's been to school It's 1855
Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window Hey Nellie Nellie, listen what he says He say the black folk should be free To walk anywhere like you and me He's talking about a thing called democracy It's 1859
Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window Hey Nellie Nellie, hand me down my gun The men are marching, the boys are too All putting on their coats of blue I can't just stand here talking to you It's 1861
Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window Hey Nellie Nellie, I've come home alive But my coat of blue is stained with red And the man in the tall black hat is dead We sure can remember all the things he said It's 1865
Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window Hey Nellie Nellie, time to make a row I see white folk and black folk side by side Marching in a column a century wide From Selma to Soweto we're turning the tide I feel things changing now From Selma to Soweto we're turning the tide Things are changing now
Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window Hey Nelly Nelly, look at what I see I see white folks and colored walkin' side by side They're walkin' 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.
