Yaller – Cab Calloway And His OrchestraBy Dark folk, white folk, but never a handThey say to this man“You’re yaller, you’re yaller, you’re yaller, you’re just a yaller”Black folk, white folk, I’m learning a lotYou know what I am, I know what I’m notAin’t even black, I ain’t even whiteI ain’t like the day and I ain’t like the nightFeeling mean, so inbetween, I’m just a high yallerAin’t even bad, I ain’t even goodI don’t understand and I ain’t understoodNot a friend sticks to the end when you’re yallerTake me to a church and make me prayMake me sing a psalm thereYou better leave my soul in a crude cafeI don’t even belong thereOh Lord, can’t you make a sinner a saintWhy did you start me but run out of paintPass me by, a no-‘count yellow manLord only knows, I’m trying to restI want to be down with a load on my chestMake my bed; wish I were deadA yaller man www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20