To buy a piece of land to call my own Sometimes when that Delta sun comes beating down Well I swear those rows of cotton shine like gold Visions of plenty
Joseph Lane was a bowler Headed for the PBA He had a room full of trophies And dreamed of the perfect game One night at the Bowl-A-Rama He got eleven
I bought a pack of seeds Tennessee Bradleys The best homegrown you?ll find How it happened I don?t know Must?ve been the Miracle-Gro Oh I could not
People talk about the way I dress Tell me I should try and look my best What does it matter there?s no wrong or right It?s how you feel inside Suit
I heard Odessa?s mind was sick That she was crazier than hell The police caught her turning tricks Down at the Blue and Gray motel Odessa was the neighbor
Aunt Fidelia brought the rolls With her green bean casserole The widow Smith down the street Dropped by a bowl of butter beans Plastic cups and silverware
Rust hills Red clay Steel mills Deep tang Lime stone Iron veins Loose coal Deep tang Birmingham Birmingham Beneath the haze Your skies once blue Now
This side of heaven There?s not much to go on You never know Which way the wind will blow One day there?s caviar The next a soup bowl And you?re left
Down in Mississippi on a winter?s day They laid his little girl in an early grave Only the good Lord knows the tears he cried When the angels sang her
Shadows fall across the land Prophets say the end?s at hand More bad news everywhere I turn But in your arms it?s a perfect world Rebels rage and lions
They forced it on the county school board And made a lot people mad They planned to bus us off across town And things got really bad That?s when the
