| Well, my daddy’s daddy got shot —
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| He didn’t do no crime
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| My daddy’s daddy got shot —
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| He didn’t do no crime
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| «The city wall ain’t nothing
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| But shackle & chain
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| You better run, son, hide, before you
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| Tumble into a massive grave.»
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| A witness done say
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| He saw my grandma’s doom:
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| «A shovel lay beside where
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| She’d dug her own tomb
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| And we all saw the walking dead
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| Get on that train
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| We held in the screams
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| But there’s no hiding the pain.»
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| I stand here now and
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| You all clap your hands
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| Brava, brava. |
| Hurray, hurray!
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| I stand here now
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| Can I tell ya who I really am?
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| Why do you want me here?
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| It’s hard to understand
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| Brava, brava. |
| Hurray, hurray!
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| «No fear,» says daddy
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| «Courage got me where I am.»
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| Well, don’t cry daddy i’ll have baby someday
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| O, don’t cry daddy i’ll take the shame away
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| And i don’t care what that
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| Baby’s daddy might have say
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| Daddy, my baby gonna carry our family name
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| When the city’s on fire and the people rise on up
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| Will they rise up for any one of us?
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| When the city’s on fire
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| Who ya thinks gonna get the blame?
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| Can you tell me please? |
| I need to know if
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| Things around here have changed
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| My daddy done fought to live
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| In this mean old world
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| And all i am is a silly little girl
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| My daddy done fought to live
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| In this mean old world
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| A round of applause if you will —
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| For the daddy of this little girl |