| Sister Rosetta
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| God mother of rock and roll
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| The original sister of soul
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| All our music was in her
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| She brought rhythm
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| From the darkness into the light
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| She brought the good work to the night
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| To save all us sinners
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| Rosetta rolled her eyes when she played
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| She knew that strange things happen everyday
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| And that the white boy hype would eventually fade
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| But the way that she played would remain
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| New York City
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| It was 1938
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| The radio couldn’t wait for Rosetta to rock it
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| Instant sensation
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| And little Elvis, Chuck and Johnny at home
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| Heard her on the gramophone and they wouldn’t forget it
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| Rosetta rolled her eyes when she played
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| She knew that strange things happen everyday
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| And that the white boy hype would eventually fade
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| But the way that she played would remain
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| Rosetta’s in the Hall of Fame
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| Don’t let her be forgotten in a church in Arkansas
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| Remember her teaching the Cotton Club, the glory of the Lord
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| Don’t let her be forgotten, Rosetta deserves more
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| Remember her teaching a nation on a train platform in England in 1964
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| Sister Rosetta
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| Saw the bright lights fade away
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| She saw out the last of her days in the suburbs of Philly
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| Down by the river
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| She still heard music in the air
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| Up above her head and everywhere on a train bound for glory
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| Rosetta rolled her eyes when she played
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| She knew that strange things happen everyday
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| And that the white boy hype would eventually fade
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| But the way that she played would remain
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| Rosetta rolled her eyes when she played
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| She knew that strange things happen everyday
|
| And that the white boy hype would eventually fade
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| But the way that she played would remain
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| Rosetta’s in the Hall of Fame
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| Rosetta’s in the Hall of Fame
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| Rosetta’s in the Hall of Fame |