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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nina Simone
Vocals
Lisle Atkinson
Upright Bass
Bobby Hamilton
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bertolt Brecht
Lyrics
Kurt Weill
Composer
Nina Simone
Arranger
Marc Blitzstein
Translation
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hal Mooney
Producer
Lyrics
You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking
Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell
In this crummy Southern town
In this crummy old hotel
But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'
No, you couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin'
Then one night, there's a scream in the night
And you'll wonder who could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin'
And you say, "What's she got to grin?"
I'll tell you
There's a ship
The Black Freighter
With a skull on its masthead
Will be coming in
You gentlemen can say, "Hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! What's wrong with you! Earn your keep here!
You toss me your tips and look out to the ships
But I'm counting your heads as I'm making the beds
'Cause there's nobody gonna sleep here
Tonight, nobody's gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody
Nobody
Then one night, there's a scream in the night
And you say, "Who's that kicking up a row?"
And you see me kinda starin' out the window
And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?"
I'll tell you
There's a ship
The Black Freighter
Turns around in the harbor
Shootin' guns from her bow
Now
You gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
'Cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell, "Why do they spare that one?"
Yes, that's what you say, "Why do they spare that one?"
All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair, haha
And the ship
The Black Freighter
Runs a flag up its masthead
And a cheer rings in the air
By noontime, the dock is a-swarmin' with men
Comin' out from the ghostly freighter
They're moving'in the shadows where no one can see
And they're chainin' up people, and they're bringin' em to me
Askin' me, "Kill them now, or later?"
Askin' me, "Kill them now, or later?"
Noon by the clock and so still at the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away and in that quiet of death
I'll say, "Right now, right now!"
Then they pile up the bodies
And I'll say, "That'll learn ya!"
And the ship
The Black Freighter
Disappears out to sea
And
On
It
Is
Me
Writer(s): Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill, Marc Blitzstein
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