Brown Girl

Back home, we got this great big old factory sittin' right in the middle of town

And almost everybody in town works there

Yeah, it's almost about like every other factory around there, I guess

The white folks do the easier work and wear the white uniforms

The colored folks do the hard labor and wear the blue uniforms

This is the story about an old boy waiting outside the factory for his girl to get off work

And the boy speaks...:

Man, this sidewalk is hot; almost five o'clock

Wait 'til that whistle blows and that door opens

And out she'll come and fall in my arms

Man when them folks see that

They'll want to ride us out of town on a rail

Well, I guess they just don't understand

About my brown girl, my brown girl

Brown girl, brown girl

With the blue dress on

She used to have a good job

But you know, as soon as folks found out we's goin' together

They handed her a broom and said

"Here girl, keep things clean"

But you know they just can't fire her, the union won't let them

She's the highest payed sweeper in town

And I'm the luckiest guy in the world

'Cause I found brown girl, my brown girl

Brown girl, brown girl

With the blue dress on

You know, all day long folks put her down

Saying nasty things, making smart little remarks

But she never cries, not until she's in my arms

Why, even her own folks won't speak to her

And at times, I bet her poor little heart is as blue as the uniform she wears

Yep, when she gets off she'll be tired, but she'll smile

Midst the sneers, the leers, and the jeers and the curse words

She'll smile, 'cause you know love can conquer anything

It can climb the highest mountain, swim the deepest ocean

Bridge the widest gap, even between men's hearts

Yep, love is the great cleanser

Take an old pair of dungarees

The more they're washed, the whiter they get

Yeah, love conquers all, even hate

I can't wait for my brown girl, my brown girl

Brown girl, brown girl

With the blue dress on

She wears it well

She wears it well