Fixing America In 500 Words Or Less


Chapter 22

GONNA RISE UP
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         Times were lean but we scrapped by in our humble little delta home
         Raised crawfish in the pond, traded them for rice and corn
         Then the muddy river rose up, Lord, an' it swallowed our whole town
         Left a 200-ton boat on the bridge with it's prop just spinnin’ around

                  Someday, we're gonna rise above this tide
                  Build a bridge across the great American divide
                  We’ll be dancin’ in the street to a united heart beat
                  Oh, someday, we're gonna rise up

         Now, in this hour of tragedy, it seems like everyone is torn
         Between red an’ blue, left an’ right, wealthy and forlorn
         But if we don’t pull together, cast our difference to the wind
         The liberty bell’s gonna split apart, it’s either sink or swim

                  Someday, we're gonna rise above this tide
                  An' build a bridge across the great American divide
                  We’ll be dancin’ in the street to a united heart beat
                  Oh, someday, we're gonna rise up

         I held my sweet baby close to me as she slowly, slowly passed away
         Sing out Crescent City’s song, gonna rise again someday

                  Oh, someday, we're gonna rise above this tide
                  Build a bridge across this great American divide
                  We’ll be dancin’ in the street to a united heart beat
                  Oh, someday, we're gonna rise up

         Gonna rise up

                  Oh, someday, we're gonna rise above this tide
                  An' build a bridge across the great American divide
                  And this flood of tears we’ve all cried will one day long be dried
                  Oh, someday, someday, we're all gonna rise up
                  Oh, I believe, we're all gonna rise up, yeah *



* Dedicated to Clarence Gatemouth Brown, one of the greatest musician/artists to ever grace the shores of this land called America, whose death at the age of 81, shortly after evacuating his home in New Orleans, is thought to have largely been from heartbreak in the wake of the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina to his beloved city; and to Antoine Fats Domino, American Bourbon Street treasure, who was lost and is now found.





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