Her face is cracked from smiling,
All the fears that shes been hiding,
And it seems pretty soon evrybodys gonna know.
And her voice is sore from shouting,
Cheering winners who are losing,
And she worries if their days are few
And soon theyll have to go.
*my, my, my, Im so happy,
Im gonna join the band,
We are gonna dance and sing and celebration,
We are in the promised land.
She hears them talk of new ways
To protect the home she lives in,
Then she wonders what its all about
When they break down the door.
Her name is brown or white or black,
You know her very well,
You hear her cries of mercy
As the winners toll the bell.
* chorus
There is a train that leaves the station
Heading for your destination,
But the price you pay has increased a dollar more.
Yes, it has!
And if you walk youre gonna get there
Tho it takes a little longer,
And when you see it in the distance
You will wring your hands and moan.
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