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Brother blood, brother blood
We're of the same spirit, of the same mud Brother blood, brother blood We" re from the same water, we're from the same I've got scars from livin', scars from love Strike me dead if I'm lyin' I've got brothers below, and brothers above With all of our blood we are tryin' I keep tryin' for everything It comes a piece at a time I've got a mountain I'm determined to climb But I took the heat, created the beat And I've got the heart of a lion I've got friends who are dead, friends in jail I've got friends who are policemen And the girls I know now, the girls I knew then I still make my music to please them I keep tryin' for everything I don't count the cost But 1 see an ocean I'm determined to cross 'Cause I look the heat, created the beat And I've got the strength of a dragon I've got dnims of the jungle, drums of the street Dmms of the Indian chief I've got the fire of the gospel, a river of blues And I got the soul of belief And I keep tryin' for everything It's been a long, long road I've got a song that's about to explode I was born to the beat that pounds like the heat And I've got the drums of the spirit Brother blood, brother blood We're of the same spirit, of the same mud Brother blood, brother blood We're from the same water, we're from the same Quand bondieu vie' ou li prend! |
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Yellow moon, yellow moon,
why you keep peeping in my window? Do you know something I don't know? Did you see my baby walking down the railroad tracks? You can tell me if the girls ever coming back. Is she hid out with another or is she trying to get back home? Is she wrapped up in some other's arms? Or is the girl somewhere all alone? Can you see if she is missing me, or is she having a real good time? Has she forgotten all about, or is the girl still mine all mine? With your eye so big a shiney You can see the whole damn land Yellow moon can you tell me If the girl's with another man? Refrain: Oh yellow moon, have you seen that creole woman You can tell me, Now ain't you a friend of mine. |
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December 1, 1955
Our freedom movement came alive And because of Sister Rosa you know We don?t ride on the back of the bus no more Sister Rosa she was tired one day After a hard day on her job When all she wanted was a well deserved rest Not a scene from an angry mob A bus driver said, "Lady, you got to get up 'Cause a white person wants that seat" But Miss Rosa said, "No, not no more I?m gonna sit here and rest my feet" Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks Now, the police came without fail And took Sister Rosa off to jail And 14 dollars was her fine Brother Martin Luther King knew it was our time The people of Montgomery sat down to talk It was decided all God's children should walk Until segregation was brought to its knees And we obtain freedom and equality, yeah Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks So we dedicate this song to thee For being the symbol of our dignity Thank you Sister Rosa Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks Thank you Miss Rosa, you are the spark You started our freedom movement Thank you Sister Rosa Parks |
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Well my brother Jake
Well my brother Jake is finally home Well my brother Jake Well my brother Jake is finally home Oh my brother Jake, he was on the run The man behind him, with a Gatling gun I remember that morning when he hopped that freight He was headed west, oh lord, he couldnt be late Old brother jake had to ride the rail Or get locked up in the parish jail He had a lot of weight upon his chest The sheriff had a warrant for his arrest He grabbed the train and headed east Would his life of running never cease He hopped off the train at new york city Only to find- aint no kind of pity Well my brother Jake Well my brother Jake is finally home Well my brother Jake Well my brother Jake is finally home He finally made it Back to new orleans Man, his hometown Sure enough was mean Back in his jungle Where he lived his life Where the law of the land It was a gun and a knife Late one night, down on the avenue Thats where brother jakes dying breath was drew He thought his home was with family and friends Somebody caught him off guard and brought his life to an end Well my brother Jake (brother jake he's finally home) Well my brother Jake is finally home (no more to cry, no more to weep and moan) Well my brother Jake (No more to have to run and hide) Well my brother Jake is finally home (hes hopped his last frieght and took his last train ride) Well my brother Jake Well my brother Jake is finally home Well my brother Jake Well my brother Jake is finally home |
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Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, He said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. |
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In these times of troubles, toils and stress
We'll always be safe by doin' what we do best Playin' our music, well, that was born down in our souls Bringin' people happiness, oh Lord, it's our only goal And no matter if we win or lose We gonna keep the family groove Hey now, the family groove Hey now, yes We play our music for everybody's pleasure It's our heritage, yeah, now, it's our children's treasure Can't begin to tell you just what it means to me I know when we play our music it sets my soul free And no matter if we win or lose We gonna keep the family groove Yeah, the family groove Yeah, now, the family groove The family groove Listen now, the family groove Oh Lord, the family groove, yeah I know, when we gonna keep the Family groove, yeah, yeah This is our story, yeah, this is our song You know we get along by keepin' each other strong Someone is always there, yeah, to hold and comfort me Well, there's nothing more blessed than a happy, happy family And no matter if we win or lose We keepin? our family groove The family groove, yeah Family groove, yeah, now Our family groove, hey Lord C'mon grandma, c'mon grandpa Family groove, yeah We will seek [Incomprehensible] yeah, now Family groove, yeah, now Family groove, yeah Family groove, keep on trucking now Gettin' in the groove, get on the groove Family groove, yeah, yeah now |
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> Oh my name it means nothing, and my age it means less.
For the country I come from, is called the Midwest. I was taught and brought up, to the laws to abide. That the land that I live in,has God on its side. Oh the history books tell it,they tell it so well. The Calvaries charged,and the Indians fell. The calvaries charged,and the Indians died. Oh The Country was young then, with God on its side. The Spanish-American, War had its day. And the civil war to us, was soon laid away. And the names of the heroes, I was made to memorize. With guns in their hands, and God on their side. The First World War,it came and it went. And the reason for fighting,I never did get. But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride. For you don't count the dead, when God's on your side. In the nineteen-sixties,came the Vietnam war. Can someone tell me, what we were fighting for? So many young men died, so many mothers cried. No I ask the question, was God on our side? I learned to hate the russians, all through my whole life. If another war comes, it's them must fight. And to hate them and fear, to run and to hide. And accept it all bravely, with God on my side. Through many dark hours, I've been thinkin' bout' this. That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss. But I can't think for you, you'll have to decide. Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side. Now that I'm leaving, I'm weary as hell. The confusion I""m feeling, ain't no tongue cna tell. The words fill my head, and they fall to the floor. That if God's on our side, he'll stop the next war. Jesus loves me, this I know. |
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