Pretty Black Boy
The pretty black boy
Is heading to San Juan
Looking for a job
Hunting for more bread
He doesn’t really know
What he’s gonna do
But he knows for sure
He’s not coming back
To cut the cane
In the blaze,
Fighting with nothing
Not knowing why
He ends up neighing
Looking for Jacinto
Finds his buddy
Lying in the street
And talking about things
That can’t be seen
Mumbling through drool
I’m not coming back
To cut the cane
In the blaze,
Fighting with nothing
Not knowing why
The pretty black boy
Can’t find a job
He’s feeling dazed
He’s feeling so low
A clever guy
Tells the pretty boy
That over in New York
Everything’s better
No cane to cut
No blaze around
No fighting with nothing
Not knowing why
The pretty black boy
Can’t find shelter
He feels harassed
He’s freezing to death
Over in New York
Where everything’s better
He sits there moaning
But I’m still living
Even though
There’s no cane to cut...
He ends up neighing
The pretty black boy
Looking for his buddy
Lying in the street
And talking about things
That can’t be seen
Mumbling through drool
I’m not coming back
To cut the cane
In the blaze,
Fighting with nothing
Not knowing why