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| Here's to the state of Mississippi (Phil Ochs) |
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Here's to the state of Mississippi,
For Underheath her borders, the devil draws
no lines,
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies
you will find.
Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a
thousand crimes,
The calender is lyin' when it reads the
present time.
Whoa here's to the land you've torn out the
heart of,
Mississippi find yourself another country to
be part of!
Here's to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north, they just don't
understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the
thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls can't wash the
blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the
murder of a man
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the
heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to
be part of
Here's to the schools of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that
they don't have to care
All of rudiments of hatred are present
everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of
despair
There's nobody learning such a foreign word
as fair
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the
heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to
be part of
Here's to the cops of Mississippi
They're chewing their tobacco as they lock
the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside them as they
knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking prisoners in their
private little war
Behind their broken badges there are
murderers and more
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the
heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to
be part of
And, here's to the judges of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into
the court
They're guarding all the bastions with their
phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners
report
When the black man stands accused the trial
is always short
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the
heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to
be part of
And here's to the government of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're
always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the
towns
They're hoping that no one sees the sights
and hears the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the
ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the
heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to
be part of
And here's to the laws of Mississippi
Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay
While the Constitution is drowning in an
ocean of decay
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even
heard them say
Yes, corruption can be classic in the
Mississippi way
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the
heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to
be part of
And here's to the churches of Mississippi
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is
caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to
their lust
The fallen face of Jesus is choking in the
dust
Heaven only knows in which God they can trust
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the
heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to
be part of
Tags : Mississippi Civil rights racism segrigation Medger Evers Phil Ochs |
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Durée : 361 s |
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