Let Bourbons fight for status quo
And battle to maintain jim crow
A mere short span——they can decide
With whom we eat; with whom we ride;
With whom we pass the hours by;
With whom we march; with whom we die.
But they stay not time's endless rust
When they and we will end in dust,
And all in final chemistry
Become as one immutably
And shall remain a status quo——
Without a vestige of jim crow.