Yaller
Cab Calloway Lyrics


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Dark folk, white folk, but never a hand,
They say to this man,
"You're yaller, you're yaller, you're yaller, you're just a yaller."

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Black folk, white folk, I'm learning a lot,
You know what I am, I know what I'm not,

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Ain't even black, I ain't even white,
I ain't like the day and I ain't like the night.
Feeling mean, so inbetween, I'm just a high yaller.

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Ain't even bad, I ain't even good,
I don't understand and I ain't understood,
Not a friend sticks to the end when you're yaller.

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Take me to a church and make me pray,
Make me sing a psalm there;
You better leave my soul in a crude cafe,
I don't even belong there.

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Oh Lord, can't you make a sinner a saint,
Why did you start me but run out of paint,
Pass me by, a no-'count yellow man.

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Lord only knows, I'm trying to rest,
I want to be down with a load on my chest.




Make my bed; wish I were dead,
A yaller man.

Overall Meaning

The song "Yaller" by Cab Calloway speaks about the struggles of growing up mixed race and not fitting into either the black or white community. The term "yaller" refers to someone who is light-skinned or mixed-race. The song tells the story of someone who is stuck in between two worlds and not accepted in either. The lyrics talk about being called yaller by both black and white people, and feeling like an outsider. The singer acknowledges that they are not fully black nor fully white and struggles to find their place in society.


The singer of the song also talks about feeling like they are not understood by anyone. They state that they are not bad nor good, and don't understand why they don't fit into any groups. The lyrics also mention the idea of religion and how the singer feels like they don't belong in a church. They express a desire to be accepted and understood but feel like their racial identity is a barrier to achieving that. The song ends with a sense of hopelessness, as the singer wishes to be dead, implying that they see no way of fitting into society or finding acceptance.


Line by Line Meaning

Dark folk, white folk, but never a hand,
People of different races may live among each other, but they do not associate with each other.


They say to this man,
People say to this man,


"You're yaller, you're yaller, you're yaller, you're just a yaller."
"You are light-skinned, and therefore not fully Black or White, but instead a 'yaller' person.'"


Black folk, white folk, I'm learning a lot,
I am exposed to people of different races, and I am learning something from each person.


You know what I am, I know what I'm not,
I have a sense of my racial identity and what I am not, even if it is not clearly defined.


Ain't even black, I ain't even white,
I am not fully Black or White.


I ain't like the day and I ain't like the night.
I do not fit into one clear category or the other.


Feeling mean, so inbetween, I'm just a high yaller.
I feel uncomfortable and out of place because of my mixed-race identity.


Ain't even bad, I ain't even good,
I do not see myself as especially good or bad.


I don't understand and I ain't understood,
I do not understand myself or why I am treated differently because of my skin color.


Not a friend sticks to the end when you're yaller.
People do not truly accept me because of my mixed-race identity.


Take me to a church and make me pray,
In moments of despair, I turn to religion for comfort.


Make me sing a psalm there;
I participate in religious rituals and practices.


You better leave my soul in a crude cafe,
I do not feel like I fit in with the respectable, mainstream society.


I don't even belong there.
I feel like I do not belong anywhere.


Oh Lord, can't you make a sinner a saint,
I am asking God to help me overcome my struggles and be accepted.


Why did you start me but run out of paint,
I question why I was created with this mixed-race identity.


Pass me by, a no-'count yellow man.
I feel ignored and devalued because of my mixed-race identity.


Lord only knows, I'm trying to rest,
I am exhausted and seeking peace and comfort.


I want to be down with a load on my chest.
I want to release the heavy burden of my mixed-race identity.


Make my bed; wish I were dead,
I am depressed and struggling with suicidal thoughts.


A yaller man.
I am a mixed-race person who is not easily categorized or accepted in society.




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Written by: HOMER HAYNES, JETHRO BURNS

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Comments from YouTube:

Robert Walters

Thanks for posting “Yaller” on YouTube , ‘cause it’s not even on Spotify !!!

Sam Rosenstock

Damn

roybo1930

I have this record Orange Shellac with Black Label! But a slightly different take! But not much.

HappyMeal-Jackal

I ain't even

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