Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul

Brother has a long way to go maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow for the song of the forgotten South

Just don't hang us up here

Step by step by please though proletarian am I

By chance am you

Wine git out de way o'de darkies

You'd better hustle up a storm to sing this Caucasian lullaby

Sleep oh my darling now sleep

Draw freehand over Iron Curtain

Stalk up on the trim bamboo

To footridge the bullrushes certain to know law

American express

No Caucasian flair for flim flam will do

Step by please step by

Weigh the small advance

There is still a chance

Let's assume that we form a company men

No mention should the pass in revue of the show

Just understand that I prefer to be dead than red white or blue as I write sturdy crew

As you view these few Russians whose true dawn came to view long ago

So I think that you'd better strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul

The song of the forgotten South just don't hang us up here

Here the unknown is at hand and not far from my heel a tarbaby feel for the Czar

For those who are lonely well the Black sea is callin' Georgia's Stalin has fallen so you all come here

We now are near to the end

If you stay with the show say we all had to go to hasten to jar the few nations too far gone to step by