| Song | Anne Braden |
| Artist | The Flobots |
| Album | Fight with Tools |
| 作曲 : Flobots | |
| What I’ve realized since is | |
| That it is a very painful process | |
| But it is not destructive | |
| It’s the world deliberation | |
| That what really happened in the '60s | |
| Was that this country took just the first step | |
| Toward admittin’ that it had been wrong on race | |
| And creativity burst out in all directions | |
| From the color of the faces in | |
| Sunday songs | |
| To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on | |
| Once upon a time in this country, long ago | |
| She knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white | |
| Everyone precious in the path of | |
| ChristBut what about the daughter of the woman cleanin’ their house | |
| Wasn’t she a child they were singin’ about? | |
| And if Jesus loves us black and white skin | |
| Why didn't her white mother invite them in? | |
| When did it become a room for no blacks to step in? | |
| How did she already know not to ask the question? | |
| Left lastin’ impressions | |
| Adolescence’s comforts gone | |
| She never thought things would ever change | |
| But she always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| Years later she found herself | |
| Mississippi bound | |
| To help stop the legalized lynchin’ of | |
| Mr. Willie | |
| McGeeBut they couldn’t stop it, so, they thought | |
| That they’d talk to the governor about what happened and say“ | |
| Were tired of bein’ used as an excuse to kill black men” | |
| But the cops wouldn’t let ‘em past | |
| And these women they struck ‘em as uppity | |
| So, they hauled ‘em all off to jail | |
| And they called it protective custody | |
| Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin’ about outsiders | |
| When she called him out and said she was from the | |
| SouthThey shouted, “ | |
| Why is a nice | |
| Southern lady | |
| Makin’ trouble for the governor?” | |
| She said, “ | |
| I guess I'm not your type of lady | |
| And I guess | |
| I'm not your type of | |
| Southerner | |
| But before you call me traitor, well, it’s plainest just to say | |
| I was a child in | |
| Mississippi but | |
| I'm ashamed of it today” | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| And all of a sudden | |
| I realized that | |
| I was on the other side | |
| Imagine the world that you’re standin’ within | |
| All of your neighbors and family friends | |
| How would you cope facin’ the fact | |
| The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin? | |
| She faced this every day | |
| In people she saw on a regular basis | |
| People she loved in several cases | |
| People she knew were incredibly racist | |
| It was painful but she never stopped lovin’ them | |
| Never stopped callin’ their names | |
| And she never stopped bein’ a | |
| Southern woman | |
| And she never stopped fightin’ for change | |
| And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition | |
| Of ancestors never aware of her | |
| It continues today, the soul of a | |
| Southerner | |
| Born of the other | |
| AmericaShe always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin’ wrong | |
| What you win in the immediate battles is | |
| Is little compared to the effort you put into it | |
| But if you see that as a part | |
| Of this total movement to build a new world | |
| You know what cathedral you're buildin’ | |
| When you put your stone in | |
| You do have a choice | |
| You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers | |
| You can join the other | |
| AmericaThere is an other | |
| America |
| zuò qǔ : Flobots | |
| What I' ve realized since is | |
| That it is a very painful process | |
| But it is not destructive | |
| It' s the world deliberation | |
| That what really happened in the ' 60s | |
| Was that this country took just the first step | |
| Toward admittin' that it had been wrong on race | |
| And creativity burst out in all directions | |
| From the color of the faces in | |
| Sunday songs | |
| To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on | |
| Once upon a time in this country, long ago | |
| She knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white | |
| Everyone precious in the path of | |
| ChristBut what about the daughter of the woman cleanin' their house | |
| Wasn' t she a child they were singin' about? | |
| And if Jesus loves us black and white skin | |
| Why didn' t her white mother invite them in? | |
| When did it become a room for no blacks to step in? | |
| How did she already know not to ask the question? | |
| Left lastin' impressions | |
| Adolescence' s comforts gone | |
| She never thought things would ever change | |
| But she always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| Years later she found herself | |
| Mississippi bound | |
| To help stop the legalized lynchin' of | |
| Mr. Willie | |
| McGeeBut they couldn' t stop it, so, they thought | |
| That they' d talk to the governor about what happened and say" | |
| Were tired of bein' used as an excuse to kill black men" | |
| But the cops wouldn' t let ' em past | |
| And these women they struck ' em as uppity | |
| So, they hauled ' em all off to jail | |
| And they called it protective custody | |
| Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin' about outsiders | |
| When she called him out and said she was from the | |
| SouthThey shouted, " | |
| Why is a nice | |
| Southern lady | |
| Makin' trouble for the governor?" | |
| She said, " | |
| I guess I' m not your type of lady | |
| And I guess | |
| I' m not your type of | |
| Southerner | |
| But before you call me traitor, well, it' s plainest just to say | |
| I was a child in | |
| Mississippi but | |
| I' m ashamed of it today" | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| And all of a sudden | |
| I realized that | |
| I was on the other side | |
| Imagine the world that you' re standin' within | |
| All of your neighbors and family friends | |
| How would you cope facin' the fact | |
| The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin? | |
| She faced this every day | |
| In people she saw on a regular basis | |
| People she loved in several cases | |
| People she knew were incredibly racist | |
| It was painful but she never stopped lovin' them | |
| Never stopped callin' their names | |
| And she never stopped bein' a | |
| Southern woman | |
| And she never stopped fightin' for change | |
| And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition | |
| Of ancestors never aware of her | |
| It continues today, the soul of a | |
| Southerner | |
| Born of the other | |
| AmericaShe always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| She always knew there was somethin' wrong | |
| What you win in the immediate battles is | |
| Is little compared to the effort you put into it | |
| But if you see that as a part | |
| Of this total movement to build a new world | |
| You know what cathedral you' re buildin' | |
| When you put your stone in | |
| You do have a choice | |
| You don' t have to be a part of the world of the lynchers | |
| You can join the other | |
| AmericaThere is an other | |
| America |