What Ive realized is That it is a very process But it is not Its the world
what really happened in the '60s Was this country took just the first step Toward admittin that it had been wrong on And creativity out in all directions
From the color of the in Sunday songs To the they raised all the youngsters on Once upon a in this country, long ago She knew there was wrong
Because the said yellow, red, black, and white Everyone precious in the of Christ But what about the daughter of the woman cleanin house Wasnt she a child they singin about?
And if loves 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 already not to ask the question?
lastin impressions Adolescences comforts She never thought things ever change But she always knew there was somethin
She always knew there was somethin She always knew there was somethin
Years later she found herself Mississippi To stop 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 excuse to kill men
But the cops let em past And these they struck em as uppity So, hauled em all off to jail And they called it protective
from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin about outsiders When she called him out and said she was from the They shouted, Why is a Southern lady Makin for the governor?
She said, I guess I'm not your type of And I guess I'm not your type of But before you me traitor, well, its plainest just to say I was a in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it today
She always knew was somethin wrong She knew there was somethin wrong She always knew there was somethin She always there was somethin wrong
And all of a I realized that I was on the other side
the world that youre standin within All of your and family friends How would you cope the fact The on their hands was tainted with sin?
She faced every day In people she saw on a regular People she in several cases she knew were incredibly racist
It was but she never stopped lovin them Never stopped callin names And she never stopped bein a woman And she never stopped fightin for
And she saw that her struggle was in the Of ancestors never of her It today, the soul of a Southerner Born of the other
She always there was somethin wrong She always there was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always there was somethin wrong
you win in the immediate battles is Is compared to the effort you put into it But if you see as a part Of this total movement to build a new You know what cathedral buildin you put your stone in
You do have a You don't have to be a part of the world of the You can the other America is an other America