Kate Smith — Thats Why Darkies Were Born

Brothers, sisters, when this world began There was work to be done And it seemed that someone Left it to the colored man Brothers, sisters, what must be, must be Though the balance is wrong Still your faith must be strong Accept your destiny Brothers, listen to me... Someone had to pick the cotton Someone had to pick the corn Someone had to slave and be able to sing That's why darkies were born Someone had to laugh at trouble Though he was 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 them white folks to do Someone had to fight that old Devil Shout about Gabriel's Horn Someone had to stoke that old train That would bring God's children to green pastures That's why darkies were born