A tale of sorrow and of woe I tell you on this night
Of brothers who had rotten luck, one black and one born white
Both were blind and both were dumb, and both as thick as trees
And both lived on Milk Boulevard, in number two and three
When night would come, one brother walked, along the misty street
And when the day would come to stay, the other stretched his feet.
Day and night, black and white, the brothers never met
Until their paths crossed on a bridge and in the creek they went.