no more no more

i see i see

creole boy goes out one day

thinking ain't he something

brag like nothing you've seen

big time talking machine

yeah when living is mean

all those fancy suits you own

creole boy you still alone

creole voices step us

i got something special

i don't talk about fair high class

nose in the air

don't nobody care

creole o's or otherwise

you're still a n**r in their eyes

he likes to hang with what you might

call lo up where the blues is blowing

mean and slow down and dock just ain't his jam

no coon stock hay just sweet creole that's what i am

the king of sweetest syncopation

ain't no black notes in my song

i was wrong i

was wrong

creole boy once way back when

had the whole world singing

he had this sound in him hay

a pain too heavy to say

a pain he started to play

inside every note of his is what he came from who he is

inside every note of his

is what he came from and who he is