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