Lyrics

I heard the church bells of childhood
ring through choral chimes nd rhymes
When leaving the house of God and good
heard their gossip time after time
They were down on the darkies, down and the jews
They?d say, if you ain?t our kind, you?re just bad news

I smelled the sweet rose of success
with its collar so white and clean
When you wash it, keep it separate
or it may fade into a bad dream
They were down on the others, ?specially the blue
They?d say, if you ain?t our kind, you?re just bad news

Bad news, bad news,
when you?re walkin? in those show
We?ll get nothin? but the blues
Cause our thinkin? is askew
That our brother?s bad news

I?ve tasted the land where freedom lies
with a menu for anyone?s choice
I hated you cause you hated me
It wasn?t right but I heard you voice say
God is great and God is good
and we thank they for this food
But if you ain?t our kind, you?re just bad news