| Rolling down the southern street
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| My feet are hanging out the passenger window
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| Yeah, count the trees going over my head
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| Yeah I count the trees and the green canopy hanging over my head
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| Said keep in mind it’s 1943 we’re rolling by that negro university
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| When all of a sudden they smile and wave
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| They’ve done no wrong, but still they smile and they wave
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| I don’t know whats right, I don’t know whats wrong anymore
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| I tell you it’s no good hanging people out to dry
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| Driving around that southern town stopping by for pie and coffee
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| Got nowhere to go and no one to see and nothing on my mind
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| Said keep in mind it’s 1943 we’re rolling by that negro university
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| When all of a sudden they smile and wave
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| They’ve done no wrong, but still they work and work and wave
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| I don’t know whats right, I don’t know whats wrong anymore
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| I tell you it’s no good hanging people out to dry
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| And all my friends, all my friends, all my friends feel so entitled
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| Said all my rich white friends and all their rich white friends
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| And all their rich girlfriends feeling so entitled
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| I don’t know whats right, I don’t know whats wrong anymore
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| I tell you it’s no good hanging people out to dry |