Lyrics:
Black uncle Remus sits in Central SquareSomebody flipped the Rocker of his rocking chairWhen you got the whiskey habitYou don't talk about bre'r rabbitBlack uncle Remus got the death letter bluesThe hellhound says it time to pay your duesYou really recall the catfish catchesWhen you're living in the briar patchesUncle Remus, he moans and he singsHis tears have rusted his Banjo StringsYou call for Jesus or your ma maybeWhen you're life's gummed up in the tar, babyWatcha gonna do, watcha gonna do?Watcha gonna do when you're black and blue?Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do?Watcha gonna do when you're black and blue?