FOLK/PROTEST
Come to my door, baby
Face is clean and shining
black as night
My mother went
to answer your note
And you looked so fine
Now I could understand
the tears and the shame
She called you boy
instead of your name
When she wouldn't
let you inside
When she turned and said,
"But honey, he's not our kind"
She said,
I can't see you any more, baby
Can't see you any more
Face is clean and shining
black as night
My mother went
to answer your note
And you looked so fine
Now I could understand
the tears and the shame
She called you boy
instead of your name
When she wouldn't
let you inside
When she turned and said,
"But honey, he's not our kind"
She said,
I can't see you any more, baby
Can't see you any more