Pickin’ on Your Baby

Album cover art for "Pickin’ on Your Baby" by Louis Armstrong

Louis Armstrong - R&B, Blues

Pickin’ on Your Baby

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Duration: 4:40

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[Preamble] Mammy why, said Pickaninny Crying to his mammy Jinny Do the white boys pick on me And they never let me be And I must not play in their yard Ain't I just as nice as they are? They won't let me in their games And they call me names [Chorus] Are they pickin' on your baby 'Cause I'm a pickaninny rose? Mammy don't they know That they should not treat me so Why, don't they know that every dark cloud Inside is silvery lined? Mammy why are they pickin' on me All the time? Oh, won't you tell them all about me Ain't I the sweetest rose that grows? That's what you said and I suppose you know Now ain't that so? Day by day in every way when they get together They go from bad to worse instead of getting better Are they pickin' on your baby 'Cause I'm a pickaninny rose? [Cornet-led 32-bar Chorus: Louis Armstrong]

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Writers
  • Paul V. Reynolds
  • Billy James (2)