Look what Jim Crow's done and gone Went and changed his name Don't know what he's going by these days But he's still acting the same You can call it what you want to But it's still a minstrel show You can call it what you want to But it's still Jim Crow Jim's probably laying in this morning Humming as he sleeps Feeling the glow of another man's woman As she lies beneath his feet Enjoying the cool morning breeze Smelling flowers as he goes Looks like he's changed his ways Ah but he's still Jim Crow Jim will spend the rest of the day Playing in some big hotel It's an old song with very bad rhymes But he does it so well He'll make some new acquaintances When he's out on his evening stroll It's amazing that after all this time So many love Big Jim Crow