Whiteboy
Send him to the fields, send him to the wars
Send him on down to slave on the farms
Steal his land, rob his soul
Send him on down to dig that hole
Give him no hope, give him no trial
Put him in chains, break that smile
Pull that barge, tote that bale
Listen to him singin', hear him wail
You wouldn't do that to a whiteboy
You wouldn't do that to a whiteboy
You wouldn't do that to a whiteboy
Give him no peace, give him no rest
Teach him to believe your god is the best
Sail him away, to the promised land
Send him on down into his masters hand
Take his woman, take his child
Take him on down to the murder mile
Pull that barge, tote that bale
What's that song you hear him wail
Now you wonder why he's an angry man
Why there's fire in your father's land
And wonder now what tomorrow will bring
Will you hear him screamin', will you hear him sing.
(Manny Charlton)
publishing copyright: Elgin Music
Blanquito
Mándalo a los campos, mándalo a las guerras
Mándalo a esclavizarse en las granjas
Roba su tierra, roba su alma
Mándalo a cavar ese hoyo
No le des esperanza, no le des juicio
Ponlo en cadenas, rompe esa sonrisa
Tira de la barca, carga esa paca
Escúchalo cantar, escúchalo gemir
No harías eso con un blanquito
No harías eso con un blanquito
No harías eso con un blanquito
No le des paz, no le des descanso
Enséñale a creer que tu dios es el mejor
Llévalo lejos, a la tierra prometida
Mándalo a las manos de sus amos
Llévate a su mujer, llévate a su hijo
Llévalo a la milla del asesinato
Tira de la barca, carga esa paca
¿Qué canción es la que escuchas que él gime?
Ahora te preguntas por qué está enojado
Por qué hay fuego en la tierra de tu padre
Y te preguntas qué traerá el mañana
¿Escucharás su grito, lo escucharás cantar?
(Derechos de publicación: Elgin Music)