Anne Braden accords par
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Verse 1
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What I've realized since is that it's a very painful process but it is not destructive. It's the road to liberation. The what really happened in the sixties
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was that this country took just the first step toward admitting that it had been wrong on race, and creativity burst out in all directions.
Verse 2
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From the color of the faces
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in Sunday songs
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To the hatred they raised
all the youngsters on
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Once upon a time in this country, long ago
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She knew there was
something wrong
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Because the song said "yellow,
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red, black, and white
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Every one precious in the path of Christ"
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But what about the daughter
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Of the woman cleaning their house?
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Wasn't she a child they were
singin' about?
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And if Jesus
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loves us, black
and white skin
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Why didn't her white mother
invite them in?
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When did it become a room
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for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not
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to ask the question?
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Left lasting impressions
At a lesson, comfort's gone
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She never thought things would ever change
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But she always knew there was
something wrong
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Always knew there was
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somethin' wrong.
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She always knew there
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was somethin' wrong
Verse 5
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Years later, she found herself
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Mississippi bound to help
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Stop the legalized lynching
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of Mr. Willy McGee
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But they couldn't stop it
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So they thought that they'd talk to the
governor about what'd happened
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And say, "We're tired of being used as
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an excuse to kill black men"
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But the cops wouldn't let 'em past
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And these wo men,
they struck 'em as uppity
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So they hauled 'em all off to jail
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And they called in protective custody
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Then from her
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cell
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She heard her jailers
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Grumblin' about "outsiders"
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When she called 'em out
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And said she was from the south,
they shouted,
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"Why is a nice,
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Southern lady makin' trouble
For the governor?"
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She said, "I guess I'm not
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your type of lady
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And I guess I'm not
your type of Southerner
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But be fore you call me traitor,
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Well it's plain as just to say
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I was a child in Mississippi
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But I'm ashamed of it today"
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She always
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knew there was
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somethin' wrong
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She always knew there was somethin'
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wrong
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She always knew there
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was somethin' wrong
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She always knew there was somethin'
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wrong
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([spoken] And, all of a sudden,
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I realized I was on the other side)
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Imagine the world that you're
standing within
All of your neighbors,
they're family-friends
How How would you cope facing the fact
The flesh on their hands
was tainted with sin?
She faced this every day
People she saw on a regular basis
People she loved, in several cases
People she knew were incredibly racist
Verse 9
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It was painful,
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but she never stopped loving them
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Never stopped callin' their names
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And she never stopped being
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a Southern woman
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And she never stopped
fighting for change
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And she saw that her struggle was
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in the tradition of ancestors
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never aware of her
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It continues today:
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The soul of a Southerner
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born of the other America
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She always knew there was
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somethin' wrong
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She always knew there was somethin'
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wrong
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She always knew there
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was somethin' wrong
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She always knew there was
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somethin' wrong
Verse 11
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What you win in the immediate battles is little compared to the effort you put into it but if you see that as a part of this total movement to build a new world, you know what could be (????? "oooh,
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ooooh"). You do have a choice. You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers. You can join the other America. There is another America!

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