Creole Boy

No more, no more
I see, I see

Creole boy goes out one day
Thinking ain't he something
Brag like nothin' you've seen
Big time token machine
Yeah, when living is mean
All those fancy suits you own
Creole boy, you still alone

Creole boy says, "Step aside"
I got something special
I don't talk about fair
High-class nose in the air
Hey, don't nobody care
Creole lands or otherwise
You're still a nigga in their eyes

He likes to hang with what you might call, oh
Up where the blues is blowin' mean and slow
Down and dark just ain't his jam
No coon stock hey, just sweet Creole that's what I am

The king of sweet ass 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 singin'
He had this sound in him, hey
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