Lyrics

When your spirits are low There's a place you can go You'll never see white folks At a strictly cullud affair See 'em laying 'em down Boys, they goin' to town You may see a few light folks But they all got cullud folks' hair It's given by the colored ladies' auxiliary Come on, brothers, check in all your artillery Spend your nickels and dimes Have some marv-yu-lous times; I mean it's too tight, folks At a strictly cullud affair