Black Uncle Remus - Loudon Wainwright III

Black uncle Remus sits in Central Square

Somebody flipped the Rocker of his rocking chair

When you got the whiskey habit

You don’t talk about bre’r rabbit

Black uncle Remus got the death letter blues

The hellhound says it time to pay your dues

You really recall the catfish catches

When you’re living in the briar patches

Uncle Remus, he moans and he sings

His tears have rusted his Banjo Strings

You call for Jesus or your ma maybe

When you’re life’s gummed up in the tar, baby

Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do?

Watcha gonna do when you’re black and blue?

Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do?

Watcha gonna do when you’re black and blue?