Flobots Anne Braden lyrics
Songwriters: Brackett, Stephen Malloy; Guerrero, Andy; Laurie, Jamie; Ortiz, Kenny; Roberts, Mackenzie; Walker, Jesse
What Iâve realized since is
That it is a very painful process
But it is not destructive
Itâs the world deliberation
That what really happened in the '60s
Was that this country took just the first step
Toward admittinâ that it had been wrong on race
And creativity burst out in all directions
From the color of the faces in Sunday songs
To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
Once upon a time in this country, long ago
She knew there was somethinâ wrong
Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white
Everyone precious in the path of Christ
But what about the daughter of the woman cleaninâ their house
Wasnât she a child they were singinâ about?
And if Jesus loves us black and white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not to ask the question?
Left lastinâ impressions
Adolescenceâs comforts gone
She never thought things would ever change
But she always knew there was somethinâ wrong
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
Years later she found herself Mississippi bound
To help stop the legalized lynchinâ of Mr. Willie McGee
But they couldnât stop it, so, they thought
That theyâd talk to the governor about what happened and say
âWere tired of beinâ used as an excuse to kill black menâ
But the cops wouldnât let âem past
And these women they struck âem as uppity
So, they hauled âem all off to jail
And they called it protective custody
Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblinâ about outsiders
When she called him out and said she was from the South
They shouted, âWhy is a nice Southern lady
Makinâ trouble for the governor?â
She said, âI guess I'm not your type of lady
And I guess I'm not your type of Southerner
But before you call me traitor, well, itâs plainest just to say
I was a child in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it todayâ
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
And all of a sudden I realized that I was on the other side
Imagine the world that youâre standinâ within
All of your neighbors and family friends
How would you cope facinâ the fact
The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?
She faced this every day
In people she saw on a regular basis
People she loved in several cases
People she knew were incredibly racist
It was painful but she never stopped lovinâ them
Never stopped callinâ their names
And she never stopped beinâ a Southern woman
And she never stopped fightinâ for change
And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition
Of ancestors never aware of her
It continues today, the soul of a Southerner
Born of the other America
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
She always knew there was somethinâ wrong
What you win in the immediate battles is
Is little compared to the effort you put into it
But if you see that as a part
Of this total movement to build a new world
You know what cathedral you're buildinâ
When you put your stone in
You do have a choice
You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers
You can join the other America
There is an other America
Anne Braden lyrics © Flobots Music Publishing
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