He’s loyal to his kentry,
Nebbah habs betrayed his trus’.
He allus takes de bitters
’Zactly lak he does de sweet,
He goes right on light hea’ted,
Wid er tew step to his feet.
Whut we gwine to do?
Hain’t dey no whah in de lan’?
Hain’t dey fo’ de niggah
Not er kin’ an’ he’pin’ han’?