| Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me
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| Way back in 1619 began this tragic story
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| Thrown into slavery the crime was the color 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
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| To echo my song
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| I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough
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| To drown my shame
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| I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to
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| 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
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| It’s a typical Savannah day
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| So I take my guitar to the park and I play
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| Sitting up under the live oak tree
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| The strangest feeling came over me
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| Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
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| Is this the ground where is body was burnt?
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| God gave to me the gift of song so I dedicate this one
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| I wanna go where the mountains are high enough
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| To echo my song
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| I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough
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| To drown my shame
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| I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to
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| Show me the way
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| I wanna go where the wind calls my name
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| India, India, India
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| Superiority, who have you better than me
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| Wasting precious time on racist mentality
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| This is only the beginning
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| The flesh will be pushing up daisies in the ending
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| Spirit knows no color either you’re a hater or a lover
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| I wanna go where the mountains are high enough
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| To echo my song
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| I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough
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| To drown my shame
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| I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to
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| Show me the way
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| I wanna go where the wind calls my name
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| India, India, India
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| I wanna go where the mountains are high enough
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| To echo my song
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| I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough
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| To drown my shame
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| I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to
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| Show me the way
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| I wanna go, I wanna go
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| Where the wind calls my name
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| Wind is calling India, India, India |