Four Women (Live – Montreux Jazz Festival 1990)

Four women

This next two tunes are dedicated to the blacks of America

The blacks of Switzerland

The blacks of the Middle East

The blacks of Africa

And we all very happy that Nelson Mandela is free, right?

They thought I was not political anymore

That was a mistake to think that

Four women, the story of four black women

And their different textures of hair

Their different complexions and how they feel about life

My skin is black

My arms are long

My hair is woolly

And my back is strong

Strong enough to take the pain

Inflicted again and again

What do they call me

My name is Aunt Sarah

My name is Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow

My hair is long

Between two worlds

I do belong

My father was rich and white

He forced my mother late one night

What do they call me

My name is Saffronia

My name is Saffronia

My name is Saffronia

My skin is tan-tan

My hair is alright, it's fine

My hips invite you

My hair like wine, my mouth like wine

Whose little girl am I?

Well, yours if you have money to buy

What do they call me

They call me Sweet Thing

They call me Sweet Thing

They call me Sweet Thing

They call me Sweet Thing

My skin is brown

And my manner is tough

I'll kill the first mother I see

'Cause my life has been too rough

I'm awfully bitter these days

Because my parents were slaves

What do they call me

They call me Peaches