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I was born in |
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Alabama, but |
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I never knew my |
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Momma. She gave me away at three months old. |
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Some folks in |
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Mississippi took me in an' kept me, |
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An' treated me just like |
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I was their own. |
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A Holiness preacher man's daughter, |
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And a hard-working sharecropper father. |
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An' my Momma was |
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Apache, my real |
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Daddy? Hell, don't ask me. |
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Momma says she don't remember him. |
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An' I'm sure somewhere in my history, |
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I've got some slave blood in me. |
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An' some folks think |
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I look Mexican. |
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I never really fit in any place, ' |
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Cause there's always a part of me to hate. |
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I'm the rainbow man. |
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That's who |
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I am. I'm a little white an' black an' red and tanned. |
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I've got all these different colors in my skin. |
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I'm the rainbow man. |
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Well, I know you may doubt it, but if you stop an' think about it, |
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There's one common thing that we've all got. |
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People from all countries come here because they're hungry, |
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For what's cookin' in |
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America's meltin' pot. |
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We're all different but the same. |
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Red's the only color in our veins. |
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And I'm the rainbow man. |
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Livin' in a rainbow land. |
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I'm white an' black an' yellow an' brown an' red and tanned. |
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And I'm so proud of all the colors that |
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I am: I'm the rainbow man. |
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All these colors make me |
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American, |
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I'm the rainbow man. |
