Backlash Blues

Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash

Just who do you think I am?

You raise my taxes, freeze my wages

And send my son to Vietnam

You give me second class houses

And second class schools

Do you think that all colored folks

Are just second class fools?

Oh, Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you

With the backlash blues

When I try to find a job

To earn a little cash

All you got to offer

Is your mean old white backlash

But the world is big

Big and bright and round

And it's full of folks like me

Who are black, yellow, beige and brown

Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you

With the backlash blues

Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash

Just what do you think I got to lose?

I'm gonna leave you

With the backlash blues

You're the one who'll have the blues

Not me, just wait and see