Am7 Em
Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me
Am7 Em
Way back in 1619 began this tragic story
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Thrown into slavery the crime was the colour of skin
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Never to see the light of the past again
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I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
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I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
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I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
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I wanna go where the wind calls my name
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The wind is calling India India India
