| Song | Here's To The State Of Mississippi |
| Artist | Phil Ochs |
| Album | I Ain't Marching Anymore |
| 作词 : Ochs | |
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| G em d | |
| Here's to the state of mississippi, | |
| G f | |
| For underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines, | |
| G f | |
| If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. | |
| G f | |
| Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes, | |
| G em am d | |
| The calender is lyin' when it reads the present time. | |
| G em c g | |
| Whoa here's to the land you've torn out the heart of, | |
| G em d g | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of! | |
| 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 | |
| Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| Here's to the schools of mississippi | |
| Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care | |
| All of rudiments of hatred are present everywhere | |
| And every single classroom is a factory of despair | |
| There's nobody learning such a foreign word as fair | |
| Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| Here's to the cops of mississippi | |
| They're chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door | |
| Their bellies bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor | |
| No they don't like taking prisoners in their private little war | |
| Behind their broken badges there are murderers and more | |
| Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| And, here's to the judges of mississippi | |
| Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the court | |
| They're guarding all the bastions with their phony legal fort | |
| Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report | |
| When the black man stands accused the trial is always short | |
| Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| And here's to the government of mississippi | |
| In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down | |
| And criminals are posing as the mayors of the towns | |
| They're hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds | |
| And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown | |
| Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| And here's to the laws of mississippi | |
| Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay | |
| While the constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay | |
| Unwed mothers should be sterilized, i've even heard them say | |
| Yes, corruption can be classic in the mississippi way | |
| Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| And here's to the churches of mississippi | |
| Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust | |
| And the sunday morning sermons pander to their lust | |
| The fallen face of jesus is choking in the dust | |
| Heaven only knows in which god they can trust | |
| Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
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| zuò cí : Ochs | |
| pre | |
| G em d | |
| Here' s to the state of mississippi, | |
| G f | |
| For underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines, | |
| G f | |
| If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. | |
| G f | |
| Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes, | |
| G em am d | |
| The calender is lyin' when it reads the present time. | |
| G em c g | |
| Whoa here' s to the land you' ve torn out the heart of, | |
| G em d g | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of! | |
| 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 | |
| Oh, here' s to the land you' ve torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| Here' s to the schools of mississippi | |
| Where they' re teaching all the children that they don' t have to care | |
| All of rudiments of hatred are present everywhere | |
| And every single classroom is a factory of despair | |
| There' s nobody learning such a foreign word as fair | |
| Oh, here' s to the land you' ve torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| Here' s to the cops of mississippi | |
| They' re chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door | |
| Their bellies bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor | |
| No they don' t like taking prisoners in their private little war | |
| Behind their broken badges there are murderers and more | |
| Oh, here' s to the land you' ve torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| And, here' s to the judges of mississippi | |
| Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the court | |
| They' re guarding all the bastions with their phony legal fort | |
| Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report | |
| When the black man stands accused the trial is always short | |
| Oh, here' s to the land you' ve torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| And here' s to the government of mississippi | |
| In the swamp of their bureaucracy they' re always bogging down | |
| And criminals are posing as the mayors of the towns | |
| They' re hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds | |
| And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown | |
| Oh, here' s to the land you' ve torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| And here' s to the laws of mississippi | |
| Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay | |
| While the constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay | |
| Unwed mothers should be sterilized, i' ve even heard them say | |
| Yes, corruption can be classic in the mississippi way | |
| Oh, here' s to the land you' ve torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
| And here' s to the churches of mississippi | |
| Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust | |
| And the sunday morning sermons pander to their lust | |
| The fallen face of jesus is choking in the dust | |
| Heaven only knows in which god they can trust | |
| Oh, here' s to the land you' ve torn out the heart of | |
| Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of | |
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