Fixing America In 500 Words Or Less Chapter 22 GONNA RISE UP [ song will load and play automatically ]               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. Click to Go Back to Contents Other Books by Richard Aberdeen Click Here to eMail the Author Copyright © by Richard Aberdeen Copyright © by Freedom Tracks Music No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author: Inquires click here.  Appendix Revolution and Revolution/Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced or utilized as desired.