Black Man At Your Shoulder

Written by: 
J. Martyn
4 Nov 1977

[Black man at your shoulder]

[One, two,
Close to each other
One, two, three, four,
One]

Have you seen,
Seen the black man
At your shoulder,
Coming closer and closer,
With every passing day.

Ain't you scared
Of the black man by your shoulder.
Breathing down hard on you, wherever you be
With every passing day.
Your distance you get not used to;
You toss in your head with a flick of the wrist,
All the way.

Baby, ain't you scared,
Scared of the black man
By your shoulder.
He is going to steal your woman,
Steal your woman away.

Ain't you scared
Of the black man by your shoulder,
Breathing down hard on you wherever you, hard, wherever you be
Every passing day.

You're trying to search for him,
Turn him loose;
But the quick brown fox
Is going to steal your booze away.

Baby ain't you scared,
Scared of the black man
Standing by your shoulder.
Going to steal your woman,
Steal your woman away.

Well the language is strange
But your average isn't.
You toss in your head with a flick of the wrist,
All the way home,
All the way - off the key.

Ain't you scared,
Scared of the black man
By your shoulder.
It's getting harder every day, every day.

The language is strange
But your average isn't.
You toss in your head with a flick of the wrist,
All the way home, all the way home,
All the way home.

Baby ain't you scared,
Scared of the black man
By your shoulder, shoulder, shoulder.

[humming]

Baby ain't you scared...

[echoplex outroll]

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