It's Hard To Be A Nigger - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
IT'S HARD TO BE A NIGGER Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words and Music by Harry Earle. 
You may pick de cotton and hoe de corn, And house it up in de white man's barn; You may work from morn till late at night. You may preach and pray with all yo' might-
Chorus. But it's hard, it's hard, it's hard to be a nigger, nigger, nigger; But it's hard, it's hard, for you can't get your money when it's due. 
I met a chicked on de road, I asked Miss Hen whar she was going; Her legs was long, her feathers blue, Tuck, tuck, tuck, my nigger, but I'm on to you.-Chorus. 
I was born down in de low-land low, Where dey raised de cotton, but dey don't raise snow; How niggers live-oh, my, you know; Sweet potatoes, possum, and a cake called hoe.- Chorus. 
I walk my way like an honest man, Go to meet in' on a Sabbath, do all the good I can; I own a yaller dog, a mule and a cow, And I earn my living by de sweat ob my brow.-Chorus.