Anne Braden Lyrics

Song	Anne Braden
Artist	The Flobots
Album	Fight with Tools
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	作曲 : Flobots
	What I’ve realized since is
	That it is a very painful process
	But it is not destructive
	It’s the world deliberation
	That what really happened in the '60s
	Was that this country took just the first step
	Toward admittin’ that it had been wrong on race
	And creativity burst out in all directions
	From the color of the faces in
	Sunday songs
	To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
	Once upon a time in this country, long ago
	She knew there was somethin’ wrong
	Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white
	Everyone precious in the path of
	ChristBut what about the daughter of the woman cleanin’ their house
	Wasn’t she a child they were singin’ about?
	And if Jesus loves us black and white skin
	Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
	When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
	How did she already know not to ask the question?
	Left lastin’ impressions
	Adolescence’s comforts gone
	She never thought things would ever change
	But she always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	Years later she found herself
	Mississippi bound
	To help stop the legalized lynchin’ of
	Mr. Willie
	McGeeBut they couldn’t stop it, so, they thought
	That they’d talk to the governor about what happened and say“
	Were tired of bein’ used as an excuse to kill black men”
	But the cops wouldn’t let ‘em past
	And these women they struck ‘em as uppity
	So, they hauled ‘em all off to jail
	And they called it protective custody
	Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin’ about outsiders
	When she called him out and said she was from the
	SouthThey shouted, “
	Why is a nice
	Southern lady
	Makin’ trouble for the governor?”
	She said, “
	I guess I'm not your type of lady
	And I guess
	I'm not your type of
	Southerner
	But before you call me traitor, well, it’s plainest just to say
	I was a child in
	Mississippi but
	I'm ashamed of it today”
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	And all of a sudden
	I realized that
	I was on the other side
	Imagine the world that you’re standin’ within
	All of your neighbors and family friends
	How would you cope facin’ the fact
	The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?
	She faced this every day
	In people she saw on a regular basis
	People she loved in several cases
	People she knew were incredibly racist
	It was painful but she never stopped lovin’ them
	Never stopped callin’ their names
	And she never stopped bein’ a
	Southern woman
	And she never stopped fightin’ for change
	And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition
	Of ancestors never aware of her
	It continues today, the soul of a
	Southerner
	Born of the other
	AmericaShe always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	She always knew there was somethin’ wrong
	What you win in the immediate battles is
	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 cathedral you're buildin’
	When you put your stone in
	You do have a choice
	You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers
	You can join the other
	AmericaThere is an other
	America

	zuo qu : Flobots
	What I' ve realized since is
	That it is a very painful process
	But it is not destructive
	It' s the world deliberation
	That what really happened in the ' 60s
	Was that this country took just the first step
	Toward admittin' that it had been wrong on race
	And creativity burst out in all directions
	From the color of the faces in
	Sunday songs
	To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
	Once upon a time in this country, long ago
	She knew there was somethin' wrong
	Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white
	Everyone precious in the path of
	ChristBut what about the daughter of the woman cleanin' their house
	Wasn' t she a child they were singin' about?
	And if Jesus loves us black and white skin
	Why didn' t her white mother invite them in?
	When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
	How did she already know not to ask the question?
	Left lastin' impressions
	Adolescence' s comforts gone
	She never thought things would ever change
	But she always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	Years later she found herself
	Mississippi bound
	To help stop the legalized lynchin' of
	Mr. Willie
	McGeeBut they couldn' t stop it, so, they thought
	That they' d talk to the governor about what happened and say"
	Were tired of bein' used as an excuse to kill black men"
	But the cops wouldn' t let ' em past
	And these women they struck ' em as uppity
	So, they hauled ' em all off to jail
	And they called it protective custody
	Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin' about outsiders
	When she called him out and said she was from the
	SouthThey shouted, "
	Why is a nice
	Southern lady
	Makin' trouble for the governor?"
	She said, "
	I guess I' m not your type of lady
	And I guess
	I' m not your type of
	Southerner
	But before you call me traitor, well, it' s plainest just to say
	I was a child in
	Mississippi but
	I' m ashamed of it today"
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	And all of a sudden
	I realized that
	I was on the other side
	Imagine the world that you' re standin' within
	All of your neighbors and family friends
	How would you cope facin' the fact
	The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?
	She faced this every day
	In people she saw on a regular basis
	People she loved in several cases
	People she knew were incredibly racist
	It was painful but she never stopped lovin' them
	Never stopped callin' their names
	And she never stopped bein' a
	Southern woman
	And she never stopped fightin' for change
	And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition
	Of ancestors never aware of her
	It continues today, the soul of a
	Southerner
	Born of the other
	AmericaShe always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	What you win in the immediate battles is
	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 cathedral you' re buildin'
	When you put your stone in
	You do have a choice
	You don' t have to be a part of the world of the lynchers
	You can join the other
	AmericaThere is an other
	America

	zuò qǔ : Flobots
	What I' ve realized since is
	That it is a very painful process
	But it is not destructive
	It' s the world deliberation
	That what really happened in the ' 60s
	Was that this country took just the first step
	Toward admittin' that it had been wrong on race
	And creativity burst out in all directions
	From the color of the faces in
	Sunday songs
	To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
	Once upon a time in this country, long ago
	She knew there was somethin' wrong
	Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white
	Everyone precious in the path of
	ChristBut what about the daughter of the woman cleanin' their house
	Wasn' t she a child they were singin' about?
	And if Jesus loves us black and white skin
	Why didn' t her white mother invite them in?
	When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
	How did she already know not to ask the question?
	Left lastin' impressions
	Adolescence' s comforts gone
	She never thought things would ever change
	But she always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	Years later she found herself
	Mississippi bound
	To help stop the legalized lynchin' of
	Mr. Willie
	McGeeBut they couldn' t stop it, so, they thought
	That they' d talk to the governor about what happened and say"
	Were tired of bein' used as an excuse to kill black men"
	But the cops wouldn' t let ' em past
	And these women they struck ' em as uppity
	So, they hauled ' em all off to jail
	And they called it protective custody
	Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin' about outsiders
	When she called him out and said she was from the
	SouthThey shouted, "
	Why is a nice
	Southern lady
	Makin' trouble for the governor?"
	She said, "
	I guess I' m not your type of lady
	And I guess
	I' m not your type of
	Southerner
	But before you call me traitor, well, it' s plainest just to say
	I was a child in
	Mississippi but
	I' m ashamed of it today"
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	And all of a sudden
	I realized that
	I was on the other side
	Imagine the world that you' re standin' within
	All of your neighbors and family friends
	How would you cope facin' the fact
	The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?
	She faced this every day
	In people she saw on a regular basis
	People she loved in several cases
	People she knew were incredibly racist
	It was painful but she never stopped lovin' them
	Never stopped callin' their names
	And she never stopped bein' a
	Southern woman
	And she never stopped fightin' for change
	And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition
	Of ancestors never aware of her
	It continues today, the soul of a
	Southerner
	Born of the other
	AmericaShe always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	She always knew there was somethin' wrong
	What you win in the immediate battles is
	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 cathedral you' re buildin'
	When you put your stone in
	You do have a choice
	You don' t have to be a part of the world of the lynchers
	You can join the other
	AmericaThere is an other
	America

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