In A Sundown Town

Privileged was not what described me I’m a Black man from the ghetto you see I have no worldly goods, no money or property in a sundown town everyone stares, they know I’m from the hood As I trudge softly along Humming to myself Listening to whispers, watching nodding heads, negative reactions such I truly dread in a sundown town invisible daggers tossed Thank God they couldn’t kill Watching the clock as time grew nigh by sundown, I had to say good bye in this old sundown town No place for me in this sundown town, with skin black as coal or sure fire ebony. People look at me and that's all they see. in a sundown town