Sambo, I was called nigger,
I was often called out of my name
Now I'm called an abomination,
Yeah, it was justified by the
Seems that preachers and politicians these
days still have the darkest hearts
I was a victim, a victim of
Seems like nothing has changed
Hey, déjà vu blues, déjà vu blues
Oh, déjà vu blues, déjà vu blues
You know I was drinking at the fountain
I was drinking at the fountain of life
I could drink from the black one
I couldn't get near the white
Now I'm still drinking at the fountain
And you know it's still the fountain of life
I can drink at the straight one
And I paid all my taxes too
Have more civil rights than I do
When will I be treated fair?
When will I be treated fair?
You know there's hatred in the water
And there's hatred hanging,
Back then the churches they used to help me
and my momma she understood too
But in this day and age who's gonna help
Gay to make it on through
Yeah, deja vu blues, deja vu blues,
my blues keep coming back
Oh, deja vu blues, deja vu blues,
my blues keep coming back
But the biggest difference is
Back then I didn't have to tell
Back then I didn't have to tell my
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