What Ive realized is That it is a very process But it is not Its the world
That what really in the '60s Was that this country took just the step Toward admittin that it had been wrong on And creativity out in all directions
From the of the faces in Sunday songs To the hatred they raised all the 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 path of But about the daughter of the woman cleanin their house she a child they were singin about?
And if Jesus us black and white skin Why didn't her white mother them in? When did it become a room for no to step in? How did she already not to ask the question?
Left impressions comforts gone She never thought things would change But she knew there was somethin wrong
She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong
Years later she herself Mississippi bound To help stop the legalized lynchin of Mr. McGee But couldnt stop it, so, they thought theyd talk to the governor about what happened and say Were tired of bein used as an to kill black men
But the wouldnt let em past And these women they em as uppity So, they em all off to jail And called it protective custody
Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin outsiders When she called him out and said she was the South shouted, Why is a nice Southern 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 plainest to say I was a child in but I'm ashamed of it today
She always knew there was somethin She always knew there was somethin She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was 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 friends How would you facin the fact The flesh on hands was tainted with sin?
She faced every day In she saw on a regular basis People she in several cases she knew were incredibly racist
It was painful but she never stopped lovin stopped callin their names And she never stopped bein a woman And she never stopped fightin for
And she saw that her was in the tradition Of never aware of her It continues today, the of a Southerner Born of the other
She always there was somethin wrong She always knew there was somethin She knew there was somethin wrong She always knew there was somethin
you win in the immediate battles is Is little compared to the you put into it But if you see that as a 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 have to be a of the world of the lynchers You can the other America There is an America