[Intro]
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 Look what Jim Crow's done and gone
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 He Went and changed His name
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 Don't know what He's going by these days
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 But He's still actin' the same
 
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 You can call it what You want to
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But it's still a minstrel show
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 You can call it what You want to
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 But it's still Jim Crow
 
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 Jim's probably laying in this morning
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 Hummin' as He sleeps
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 Feeling the glow of another Man's Woman
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 As She lies beneath His feet
 
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 Enjoyin' the cool morning breeze
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Smellin' flowers as He goes
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 Looks like He's changed His ways
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Ah,     but He's still Big Jim Crow
 
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Jim will spend the rest of the day
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 Playin' in some big hotel
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It's an old song with very bad rhymes
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 But He does it so well
 
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He'll make some new acquaintances
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When He's out on His evening stroll
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 It's amazing that after all this time
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So many love
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Big Jim Crow
 
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