| My name is Terry Roberts
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| From Little Rock I come
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| I went down to the schoolhouse
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| The place they kept me from
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| I went down to that schoolhouse
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| And this is what I saw…
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| State troopers with steel helmets
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| In the State of Arkansas
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| I went up to the troopers
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| And said, «Please let me in.»
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| And all their guns were pointed
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| At the color of my skin
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| They kept me from that schoolhouse
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| Where I’d be by law
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| And that’s what they call justice
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| In the State of Arkansas
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| Now his name is Orval Faubus
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| The governor of the state
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| He sent his army charging down
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| Nine kids at the gate
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| Three hundred National Guard were there
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| Dressed up to fight a war
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| And that is why I’m late for school
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| In the State of Arkansas
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| Oh listen, Mr. Governor
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| And Mr. President, too
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| Give me that constitution
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| That’s what you’ve got to do
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| Give me that constitution
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| I ask for nothing more
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| Yes, that’s what I want to study
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| In the State of Arkansas
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| I’ve traveled this wide world over
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| Some ups and downs I’ve saw
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| But I never knew what misery was
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| Til I hit old Arkansas |