Intro - | | | | |         | | | | | Look what Jim Crow’s done and gone He Went and changed His name Don’t know what He’s going by these days But He’s still actin’ 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                     Am ..  But it’s still Jim Crow ...  | | | | | | | | | Jim’s probably laying in this morning Hummin’ as He sleeps Feeling the glow of another Man’s Woman As She lies beneath His feet Enjoyin’ the cool morning breeze Smellin’ flowers as He goes Looks like He’s changed His ways     Am .. Ah     but He’s still Big Jim Crow ... | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |   | | | | | Jim will spend the rest of the day Playin’ 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         Am .. Big Jim Crow .. | | | | | | | Am ..