What Ive since is That it is a painful process But it is not Its the deliberation
That what happened in the '60s Was that this country took just the step Toward admittin it had been wrong on race And creativity burst out in all
From the color of the in Sunday songs To the hatred raised all the youngsters on Once upon a in this country, long ago She knew was somethin wrong
Because the said yellow, red, black, and white Everyone precious in the of Christ But what about the daughter of the woman their house Wasnt she a child they were singin
And if Jesus loves us black and white Why didn't her white mother invite in? did it become a room for no blacks to step in? How did she know not to ask the question?
Left impressions Adolescences comforts She never thought things would change But she always knew was somethin wrong
She always knew there was wrong She always knew was somethin wrong
Years later she found herself bound To help the legalized lynchin of Mr. Willie McGee But they couldnt stop it, so, they That theyd talk to the governor what happened and say Were tired of bein used as an to kill black men
But the cops wouldnt let em And these women struck em as uppity So, they hauled em all off to And they it protective custody
Then from her she heard her jailers grumblin about outsiders she called him out and said she was from the South They shouted, Why is a nice lady Makin for the governor?
She said, I guess I'm not your of lady And I guess I'm not type of Southerner But before you call me traitor, well, its just to say I was a child in but I'm ashamed of it today
She always knew was somethin wrong She always there was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong
And all of a sudden I realized I was on the other side
Imagine the that youre standin within All of your neighbors and family How would you cope the fact The flesh on their hands was with sin?
She faced this day In she saw on a regular basis People she loved in several People she knew were racist
It was painful but she never lovin them Never stopped callin names And she stopped bein a Southern woman And she never stopped for change
And she saw that her struggle was in the Of ancestors aware of her It today, the soul of a Southerner Born of the other
She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong She always there was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong
What you win in the battles is Is compared to the effort you put into it But if you see as a part Of total movement to build a new world You know what cathedral you're When you put your in
You do have a You don't to be a part of the world of the lynchers You can join the America There is an other