Soul For Sale

What a great day for shopping



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