Pop Song
But now my love as you are leaving
It remains our love was not in destiny
I place three kisses upon each finger
To you my love farewell five hundred times
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Too much hypocracy
In this old southern town for me
Way back in 1619 began
This tragic story
Thrown into slavery the crime
Was the color of skin
Never to see the light of the past again
Chorus:
I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
And I wanna go where the wind calls my name
The wind is calling India India India
It's a typical Savannah day
So I take my guitar to the park and I play
Sitting
In this old southern town for me
Way back in 1619 began
This tragic story
Thrown into slavery the crime
Was the color of skin
Never to see the light of the past again
Chorus:
I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
And I wanna go where the wind calls my name
The wind is calling India India India
It's a typical Savannah day
So I take my guitar to the park and I play
Sitting