That Nigger Leroy
By Andrew L. Miller

Leroy was a nigger
And he knew it to be true,
This didn't change the fact
That he was black and never blue.

Unaware that when we saw him
We would lock our doors,
Unaware that he was never
Welcome in our stores.

Unaware that he was high
From morning through the night,
Unaware that we could
Only see him in the light.

Leroy knew of none of this
For he was truly dumb,
And if he weren't a slave
There-is-no doubt
He'd be a bum.

Nothing bothered Leroy
For he really didn't know,
We longed to kill that nigger
And we longed to make it slow.

But we all kept on living
With our guns beneath our beds,
And when we saw young Leroy
We would surely turn our heads.

We had to watch this negroe
For his moves could not be told,
But this we didn't tell him
And with time
We soon grew old.

But late one day
I had to wonder
Why we acted such,
And then I realized
Way deep down,
I didn't care too much.

Of course by this I mean
I didn't care about my fate,
For if I killed young Leroy
I would surely go to state.

And going off to prison
Wasn't what I planned to do,
But killing him was worth it
And I knew it to be true.

So early in the morning
As he left his little shack,
Leroy felt a pain as he 
Fell under my attack.

I'd shot him in the stomach
To make sure he'd have to hunch,
Then ran up aiming for his head
And threw the lethal punch.

Wearing my brass knuckles
And equipped with noose and rope,
I tied him up and dragged him
To the bottom of a slope.

This nigger was a strong one though
And started to break free,
So all I thought to do
Was try to find the nearest tree.

I found the tree
For which I'd searched
And climbed the nearest limb,
Then tied the nigger to it
As the sky was growing dim.

Everything was going well
When what I feared arose,
The local parish cops pulled up
And suddenly I froze.

They'd taken out their guns and cuffs
And gathered all around,
When suddenly they fired
Shooting Leroy to the ground

Naturally assuming that
This nigger had a plan,
The sheriff called his family 
From the local Ku Klux Klan.

I wasn't going after all
To prison as I'd thought,
Instead they called me hero
For the nigger that I'd caught.

So everything worked out quite well
And now the story ends,
But you can still see Leroy
On the farmland that he tends.