What Ive realized is That it is a very painful But it is not Its the world
That what really in the '60s Was that this country just the first step Toward admittin it had been wrong on race And creativity burst out in all
From the of the faces in Sunday songs To the hatred raised all the youngsters on upon a time 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 what the daughter of the woman cleanin their house Wasnt she a they were singin about?
And if Jesus us black and white skin Why didn't her white mother invite in? When did it 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 ever change But she knew there was somethin wrong
She always knew there was somethin She always knew there was wrong
Years she found herself Mississippi bound To help the legalized lynchin of Mr. Willie McGee But couldnt stop it, so, they thought That theyd 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 hauled em all off to And called it protective custody
Then from her she heard her jailers grumblin about outsiders When she him out and said she was from the South They shouted, Why is a Southern lady Makin for the governor?
She said, I guess I'm not type of lady And I I'm not your type of Southerner But you call me traitor, well, its plainest just to say I was a child in Mississippi but I'm of it today
She always knew there was wrong She always there was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong She always knew was somethin wrong
And all of a I realized that I was on the other side
Imagine the world that youre within All of neighbors and family friends How you cope facin the fact The flesh on their hands was with sin?
She faced this day In people she saw on a regular People she loved in cases People she were incredibly racist
It was but she never stopped lovin them Never stopped their names And she never stopped bein a Southern And she never fightin 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 America
She always knew there was somethin She always knew there was somethin She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong
What you win in the immediate is Is little compared to the you put into it But if you see that as a Of this total movement to build a new You know what you're buildin you put your stone 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