Someone had to pick the cotton Someone had to pick the corn Someone had to slave and be able to sing That's why darkies were born; Someone had to laugh at trouble Though he was tired and worn Had to be contented with any old thing That's why darkies were born; Sing, sing, sing when you're weary and Sing when you're blue Sing, sing, that's what you taught All the white folks to do; Someone had to fight the Devil Shout about Gabriel's Horn Someone had to stoke the train That would bring God's children to green pastures That's why darkies were born