Here’s to the State of Mississippi Katy Moffatt
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Here’s to the State of Mississippi" by Katy Moffatt. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Verse 1]
Here's to the state of Mississippi
For underneath her borders, the devil draws no line
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find
The fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes
The calendar is lyin' when it reads the present time
[Chorus]
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
[Verse 2]
Here's to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north, they just don't understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man
[Chorus]
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
[Verse 3]
Here's to the schools of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All the rudiments of hatred are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
And there's nobody learning such a foreign word as "fair"
Here's to the state of Mississippi
For underneath her borders, the devil draws no line
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find
The fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes
The calendar is lyin' when it reads the present time
[Chorus]
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
[Verse 2]
Here's to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north, they just don't understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man
[Chorus]
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
[Verse 3]
Here's to the schools of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All the rudiments of hatred are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
And there's nobody learning such a foreign word as "fair"
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!