The Drinking Jim Crow

I have emotional scars

And I don't understand what you're saying

Lying an accomplice of mine

Feeling that something's gonna blow

And watch where you go

I'm the drinking Jim Crow

Ah, as you know our traditional game

And oh, we mark it of a nasty little nation

Drinking from the fire in the well

Extracting all the venom from the snake

Be careful you know

I'm the drinking Jim Crow

And the blessings bestowed

And the costumes we froze

And the master of races

And the fun pointed faces

And the killing of time

I'm the drinking Jim Crow

Better look where you know

Better look where you go