They say I'm heartless
      I journey through the darkness
       Trying to find some peace
        Got ajailhouse mentality
          But live on the streets
         With visions of Africa
           Indians massacred
       But my hands tum bloody
          Since I'm American
      Americas the place I studied
             My big mama
      Working hard in the kitchen
          Scrubbing the floors
          She raised their kids
      From the day they were bom
         She loves and adores
      Big Marna loved those kids
   You would swear they were hers
   She pays attention to their dreams
       And listens to every word
   You see it's not like they hate her
      But there's talks in the paper
      About the races integrating
And they don't want her as a neighbor
       See they love Anna Mae
 But don't want to live with Anna Mae
    Cuz black folk a little different
      At least that's what they say
   The man of the house walked in
      Anna Mae you missed a spot
You know we love and appreciate you
      Well ... at least till 6 o'clock