Mr. blacklash, Mr backlash Who'd you think I am? You raise my taxes Freeze my wages Send my son in Vietnam You gave me second class houses Second class foods You think 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 middle wife, backlash The world is big now, big round and round And it's full of other folks like me who're black, yellow beige and brown Oh Mr backlash I'm gon leave you with the blues, yes I am I say when Langston Hughes died He told me many months before He said, "Nina keep on working 'Till they open up the door now, And run on stage when you make it And them doors are open wide Make sure youu tell 'em exactly where it's at So there'll be no other place to hide" So I'm telling you Warning you Telling you now oh oh oh I'm gonna leave you with the blues