Horse Feathers Albina
Now we've got concrete
A place those blacks won't be
If we come they'll know
They should flee
They should go
here comes a white shadow
Blues aren't made from greed
This feast on famine pleads
To take their space,
If we can, if we may
Make a darker day
Please, shame on me
These things they come in thress
This feast on famine pleads
to take their space, if we can, if we may
Make a darker day
Please, shame on me
This street ain't made for me.
