.His old man was a rebel yeller.
Bad boy to the bone he'd say,
"Can't trust a colored feller"
And he'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin.
And he was raised to think like his dad,
Narrow mind, full of hate,
On the road to nowhere fast,
Until the grace of god got in the.
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