IT WAS
1963
AND LIKE MARTIN LUTHER
KING
I TOO
HAD A DREAM
AND THATS WHEN YOU FELL IN LOVE
WITH ME
YOU WERE A COLORED GIRL
FROM SELMA ALABAMA
I WAS A WHITE COUNTRY HICK
BOY FROM THE HILLS
OF TENNESSEE
WE WENT TO SCHOOL UP
IN STATE COLLEGE
PENNSYLVANIA
NOW MY FATHER WAS A RACIST AND
YOUR DADDY DIDNT WANT YOU
TO BE WITH A WHIT EBOY
FROM THE STICKS
WE NEVER SAW EYE TO EYE
BUT THAT NEVER STOPPED
ME ONE BIT
I WROTE YOU ONE LETTER
EACH WEEK FOR AN ENTIRE
YEAR
I OFFERED TO BUY YOUR DADDY
A CASE OF HOME GROWN
ALABAMA BEER
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