Soul For Sale

I can feel money droppin'
People, that’s what I’m coppin'
Soul for Sale
Checking their teeth and hairlines
Pinching a buck whose skin shines
Looking for brown concubines
Soul for Sale
I like my Negroes real
Simple but plentiful of feeling
Think we can make a deal
Nine hundred! What!
Have you lost your mind?
I call that stealing
What ‘cha got to make my corn grow?
New pipes for my tobacco
Yes, and let’s see that Negro
Soul for Sale
Soul for Sale
Oh I can’t wait to buy some
Let’s see ‘em skip, hop and run
Darky, let go of that young ‘un!
Soul for Sale
I like my Negroes real
Simple but plentiful of feeling
Think we can make a deal?
Nine hundred! What!
Have you lost your mind?
I call that stealing
Picks, hammers, mules, plows, and hoes
A passel of northern dress clothes
Oh! and I’ll take those Negroes
Soul for Sale