I don't know but it seems that every single dream's. Painted pretty pictures in the air. Then it tumbles in despair and it starts to bend. Until by the end it's a nightmare.
Come, get out of the way, boys. Quick, get out of the way. You'd better watch what you say, boys. Better watch what you say. . We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port.
Pre>(capo I). . Am dm. Just across the railroad tracks. Am g. On the far side of the town. Am dm. All the people there are black. Am g. And they live in colored town.