Sung by: Dave Pope

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Brother, sister, ever since the world began,
There was work to be done.
Always seems that someone
Left it to the colored man.

Brother, sister, what must be must be.
Though the balance is wrong,
Still our faith must be strong.
Accept your destiny.

Brother, listen to me:
Someone had to pick the cotton.
Someone had to plant the corn.
Someone had to toil and be able to sing.
That’s why darkies were born.

Someone had to laugh at trouble,
Though they were tired and worn.
Had to be contented with any old thing,
That’s why darkies were born.

Sing, sing,
Sing when you’re weary and sing when you’re blue.
Sing, sing,
That’s what you taught all the white folks to do.

Someone had to fight the devil,
Shout about Gabriel’s horn.
Someone had to stroke the train that would bring
God’s children to green pastures;
That’s why darkies were born.

All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted

The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection
Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas
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