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Nappy Headed Blues Lyrics

My hair is 'clined to, don't you, you can't comb it, don't you try
My hair is 'clined to, don't you, you can't comb it, don't you try
Just like cockleburras, nappy, that's the reason why

Bought myself some hot irons, gonna start to fryin' hair
Bought myself some hot irons, gonna start to fryin' hair
Straighten it or burn it, makes no difference, I don't care

Spends most all my money, buying up that Conk-o-leen
Spends most all my money, buying up that Conk-o-leen
Got to smooth these knots out, got to be an Indian queen

Run to Madame Walker, send a fifty dollar bill
Run to Madame Walker, send a fifty dollar bill
Then send me some pomade, help a poor girl if you will

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