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God, You Made Us All

In Sunday School, God they teach us

To love our fellowman

But God, do the people who teach us

   Really understand?

When Sunday school is over

   They live by a different rule,

They teach us to hate the Negro

   And don't want them in our school

God, my best friend is a Negro girl

   We talk and play each day

I want to tell my parents about her

   But I don't know what they'd say.

So help me God, to find a way

   To let mom and daddy know

that I have a little Negro friend

   And I really love her so

Her name is Kay, her hair is black

   And her skin is a pretty hue,

But God, you know all about her

   Because you made her too.


 "Odd Man In"

 Copyright 1965

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