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BLACK AND WHITE Down by the mississippi Beside the grainbelt rails Where aero freight charters Sit beside the hiking trails Where two rivers meet One from the woods and one from the plains Where the great white fathers Built a fort to fortify their claims What was I to think? That the world was BLACK AND WHITE or was it Or was it red and blue? Now highway 61 heads north A pathway to duluth Or Highway 61 flows south Digging up our roots Where 2 cultues meet One came to claim one came in chanis Where the great white masters Built their fame from other people's pain What was I to think? That the world was BLACK AND WHITE or was it Or was it grey and blue? When I was just a lad, what else could I do? Teacher pledged the flag, and we all pledged it too Way out in Califorina In eighteen-Forty-Six Among the haciendas Built of old adobe bricks Where 2 cultures meet One from the warmth, one from the cold Where the great white generals grabbed the land Along with all the gold What was I to think? That the world was BLACK AND WHITE or was it Or was it red, white and blue? |
