The Backlash Blues - Live at Westbury Music Fair, Westbury, NY - April 1968

Lyrics for The Backlash Blues - Live at Westbury Music Fair, Westbury, NY - April 1968

Yeah, yeah So, Mr. Backlash, Backlash Who do you think I am? You raise my taxes, freeze my wages Send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that all colored people Are just second class fools? Mr. Backlash I'm gon' leave you with the blues, yes I am 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 other folks like me Who are black, yellow, beige and brown Mr. Backlash I'm gon' leave you with the blues, yes I am When Langston Hughes died When he died, he told me many months before He said, "Nina, keep on working 'Til they open up the door One of these days when you made it And the doors are open wide Make sure you tell them exactly where it's at So they'll have no place to hide" So Mr. Backlash Mr. Backlash Hear me now I'm warning you, yeah Somehow, someway, yeah I'm gonna leave you With the blues