What Ive since is That it is a very process But it is not Its the world
That what really happened in the Was that this country just the first step admittin that it had been wrong on race And burst out in all directions
From the color of the in Sunday songs To the hatred they raised all the on Once a time in this country, long ago She knew there was somethin
Because the song 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 loves us black and white Why didn't her white mother invite in? When did it a room for no blacks to step in? How did she already not to ask the question?
lastin impressions Adolescences gone She never thought things would ever But she always knew was somethin wrong
She always there was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong
later she found herself Mississippi bound To help stop the legalized lynchin of Mr. McGee But they couldnt stop it, so, thought theyd talk to the governor about what happened and say Were tired of bein used as an excuse to black men
But the cops wouldnt let em And these women struck em as uppity So, they hauled em all off to And they called it protective
Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin outsiders When she him out and said she was from the South shouted, Why is a nice Southern lady Makin trouble for the
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 was somethin wrong She always there was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong
And all of a sudden I realized that I was on the side
Imagine the world that youre standin All of your neighbors and friends How would you cope facin the The flesh on hands was tainted with sin?
She faced every day In she saw on a regular basis People she loved in several People she knew incredibly racist
It was but she never stopped lovin them stopped callin their names And she never stopped bein a woman And she never fightin for change
And she saw her struggle was in the tradition Of ancestors aware of her It continues today, the of a Southerner Born of the America
She knew there was somethin wrong She knew there was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always there was somethin wrong
What you win in the battles is Is little compared to the effort you put it But if you see that as a Of this total to build a new world You know what you're buildin you put your stone in
You do a choice You don't have to be a part of the world of the You can join the other There is an other